under wings of gloom and glory

the lack of updates is in no way justifiable, simply attributed to my current mental instability and tattered attempts to push these sick happenings into darker crevices of my mind's labrynth. these are undoubtedly botched attempts, as it will not go away, it will not go unnoticed.

today i was regretfully informed of cloaked, grotesque-faced figures nailing cryptic signs on the wooden poles of the most populous avenues. 'qualia contrived' or simply 'QC' were prevalant on all such inscriptions. the photo above was the clearest i could muster up in the heyday commute of my sorrounding area. of anyone locates such signs, i beg you to photograph and send them directly to my residence: the third apartment complex on the left, adjacent to the sycamores. lift the 17th cobblestone as coming from the alotted parking area and bury the specimin under a thin film of dirt. please, and thank you.

i am merely a messenger,
hunter s.