A hideous mess of wry irony, temptingly festering satire, and small sad pixies wearing g-strings. If you've a crisp one-liner, dry witticism or immaculately impressive image that you believe should have a home here, e-mail it to luiciphier@sublimenuit.com and we'll cast it into the morass. Probably.
I've been promoted to the third Tesseract of Hell and consequently have been shipped off to new lands in search of broken souls. As soon as I return from the big smoke, I'll be back in business.
