Colors don't mean anything anymore. You used to have to work for them. People think they understand all the colors even though they never worked to get them. Red used to be special. You could see all the colors except red ass mutha fuckin red. Now we got all the colors on crayons or computers or Las Vegas. Now when a motherfucker sees the muted maroon of the shrubs in the Rockies during the fall, they're like 'meh, I've seen redder.'. No one appreciates a good red. Red assred used to mean someone was bleeding or it was cherries. Now it just means any olddamn thing like cost co or cost mart or super cost or whatever. No one's ever bleeding any more. Or it's never cherries.