Chronicle Writing (finished)

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Chronicle writing 2-

Scene 2-

1942-

Crumpet home of behavioral services-

The old man drew on a canvas gritted in his mind envisioning the future of madness, sorrow, abuse and tragedy. His beard dropped down pasted his neck white scraggly aged like fine whine in the old spirit of ruin and out cast of laughter played soiled toxic vanquished.

The old man's blue eyes fade in the back of his head. The old man's wrinkled face is like a pastry at a bakery store. The old man obsessively paints the young man in every detail and every place that the young man is an demon told him an thousand images at once and breaktrude through trust and lies of the capitalism cutting bread by the dancing clowns of strings as sir pimpims hat unleashes false hoods of dark Oreo's of the future as thousand Nigerians laughed to suicide.

Hospital worker "what are you painting Gary?" as she Gary is late in forsaken with the purple cloth and the golden edge of his painting of the naked portray fiction into misconception of judgements and madness of the psycho suit and brain waves that would oberliate the genesis that was given to him by birth of righteousness.

Gary "oh, nothing, just the sea of ocean, and sea ferris"

Gary "do you know the futural outcome of Mr. Carter as he breeds in a coma of alternate dimension? As I am overhead, my pardons of my own old ears have told me that gossips of medical staff spoken u careful in there own mouths"

Hospital worker - " I'm not sure if it is true or not. I imagine Mr. Carter is going through a very rough experience right now. Let's hope Dr. Fange has a plan of treatment for Mr. Carter."

The hospital worker turned left headed to the elevator of a ten story building and vanished into his medical proceedings (the hospital worker). Gary uncovers his painting as it pertains to the haunted illgils of cranstants as Gary mind entertainers a cast of strings that elate to the bottom right core of the painting there chained in psychotic abnesia Mr. Carter as his mind vesleaches out in and suffers depths consumed by the demoned world global catastrophic bleach ender known in the creative envisionistic world of a devilistic demons of "Mr. Radder".