If you're like me (first of all, I'm sorry), you get bored with your themes. And so you flit around from theme to theme, theming, re-theming, tweaking themes, building themes. Pretty soon, you forget who you are and stumble out of the darkness sallow and jaundiced. A voice asks where you've been, but its owner shrinks in terror as you turn slowly to set a pair of hollow eye sockets upon them. How could they know you see only the formless black shadows of the other damned? Hear only the roar of electricity as it pummels your desiccated eardrums? That crooked rictus on your face, full of cracked brown teeth, gives no comfort. Neither does that slack, gaping maw into which it transmogrifies, an abyss as inky dark as Nothing. How could they possibly understand the exquisite, excruciating peace you have found?
Anyway, now I can slop together AI themes on a whim. Here is the graveyard where I keep them.