The Quail Press would like to welcome our new Editor in Chief:
LUKE (he’s the pleasant one on the left, so you’re all fucked!)
His handlers have informed us that,although he has been partially domesticated, it’s best to avoid direct eye contact until familiarity is established.
Let’s give him a good textual-hazing (it is what it sounds like…)
Please understand how mother fucking elated we are to have him aboard this sinking ship that houses our nostalgic nonsense we call ‘publishing.’
I hope all of our books wind up in the same landfill together. A textual compost pile. A sort of No Exit blaming-mentality, as the pulp conforms to earth.