ADMERICA IN TECHNICOLOR

Monday, April 28, 2014

I've been blog listed for being a dreamer!

This is a science fiction interpretation of The South Bronx of America when it had the concrete cancer of Europe after WWII and to see how some African Americans and some Hispanics had hollow looks of cattle on plantations lit by candles made from fat.

Pistol whipped by cops that brought The Troubles that justified painkiller abuse, bitch slapped by an Irish priest in my childhood when it clearly saw better to free a suffering Jew who made the blind see, lead me to terrorism by truth, justice and the comic books.

It’s Judgment Day on me who, in the beginning of my Wonder Years in TV wasteland, wanted to be a pointy-ear devil of a science officer on a starship now ancient like Win98 saved from junkyards to repair memories and enabling me to write programs while Bob Dylan wails rolling stones. What’s the power point of it all?

History is a waste of time travel for faceless narcissists filled with envy on Face Book.

Didn’t I make up my mind to leave cyber cave people behind in the future of smart devices getting smarter? Why am I still here with an uncertain smile?

How does it feel to be free on your own light cycle without directions home?

O Danny X Machina loves this song by Joy Division: Love

Will Tear Us Apart.

Again.

To Sleep, Perchance To Pitch Nightmares To DreamWorks: Comic Book Cyber Journal Of The Better Angels Of Our Nature By Danny Aponte of P.S 161

There are 8 million stories in The Naked City and more beyond borders.

You’re now one of them on police line-ups.

Gotcha.

Japanese Anime South Bronx style!

Copyrighted 2014 by me.

Saturday, April 26, 2014

Howdy, boys and girls. Stop and figure this here warrant for y’all arrested development.

Now what powerful freedom has invested in me authority to render Poetic Justice?

Who am I?

I was a US Marshall who was whipped, water boarded, interrogated and left for dead on the wasteland of vultures when I was a kid in Public School 161 in The South Bronx.

Worse agony was to arrive at New York University where I was ethnic-profiled

I aim to frame city of the world like I was framed in courts of media firefights.

I am a fast draw who knows the law: NYPD has to assist this Man With No Ties To Terrorism in capturing America’s Most Wanted. That would include police officers.

There are 8 million stories in The Naked City.

You’re now one of them on police line-ups.

Smile for Selfie! Gotcha, partners!

This restless soul gets reward and a good day to y’all blue angels getting bluer as my gold star catches the light of high noon. There’s law and then there’s justice. Reckon it’s time to get back on the saddle and leave town before sundown.

Vaya con Dios, amigos and all you pretty ladies out there.

Hi ho Silver LOL away!

I so dearly love when true life Mission: Impossible comes together perfectly.

FYI: This disavowed operation was called Homework.

It was long overdue

To Sleep, Perchance To Pitch Nightmares To DreamWorks By Danny Aponte of P.S 161: Comic Book Cyber Journal Of The Better Angels Of Our Nature

Hope y’all get sequel.

Friday, April 25, 2014

Gotcha!

Howdy, boys and girls. Stop and figure this here warrant for y’all arrested development.

Now what powerful freedom has invested in me authority to render Poetic Justice?

Who am I?

I was a US Marshall who was whipped, water boarded, interrogated and left for dead on the wasteland of vultures when I was a kid in Public School 161 in The South Bronx.

Worse agony was to arrive at New York University where I was ethnic-profiled

I aim to frame city of the world like I was framed in courts of media firefights.

I am a fast draw who knows the law: NYPD has to assist this Man With No Ties To Terrorism in capturing America’s Most Wanted. That would include police officers.

There are 8 million stories in The Naked City.

You’re now one of them on police line-ups.

Smile for Selfie! Gotcha, partners!

Vaya con Dios, amigos and all you pretty ladies out there.

Hi ho Silver LOL away!

I so dearly love when true life Mission: Impossible comes together perfectly.

FYI: This disavowed operation was called Homework.

It was long overdue

To Sleep, Perchance To Pitch Nightmares To DreamWorks By Danny Aponte of P.S 161: Comic Book Cyber Journal Of The Better Angels Of Our Nature

Hope y’all get sequel.

Thursday, April 24, 2014

Acid is for those that think imagination can come in pill form

Jotting questions down for a story that draws people together to exercise a fat democracy

Next Great American Novel is Face Book /Tweeter that paints pretty picture sound bite?

We, the people of Earth can’t exist without social media in the culture of narcissism?

Founding Father Thomas Jefferson wrote he couldn’t live without text heavy books?

Homo sapiens have gone in the wrong direction where no one has gone before?

Smells like Teen American Spirit sucked into space through hole in Ozone?

Why is Fox killing off their fan base with dark media like The Following?

Will Life movie on in City of Angels where I’m a rebel without Sinema?

To Sleep, Perchance To Pitch Nightmares To DreamWorks

Comic Book Journal By Danny Aponte of P.S 161

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Mothers, don't let your kids grow up to be Marvel superheroes

I’ve been beaten red like blood, white like a ghost and blue like NYPD.

They can’t kill justice. Sometimes I have to be bad to do good deeds.

I’m going to be so very, very bad to shine like an avenging angel.

To Sleep, Perchance To Pitch Nightmares To DreamWorks

Comic Book Journal By Danny Aponte of P.S 161

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Earth needs you to save your home

For tagging you, you could use on me Block, the new bitch slap on Face Book

BUT YOU CAN’T NEVER UNFRIEND EARTH!

She needs help to save your home.

And please forgive my drama.

Monday, April 21, 2014

Trashy Flashy

Time froze by brain injuries. Smells Like Teen Spirit fell into an abyss of memories broken like shards of glass. The top of my head rumbled with a stampede of damaged dreams and ideas dimmed by fear of jealous nihilists and jihad on the schoolyard.

I wandered wasteland to wasteland before the plug on higher education was pulled.

I had television for eyes. I came back with an ad for myself.

Life After Media In The South Bronx Of America

How To Pitch Nightmares To DreamWorks

By Danny Aponte of Public School 161

Saturday, April 19, 2014

REWARD!!!!

Please hear me out. I’m desperate for your need for justice.

I need help to fulfill a dream for colored children of all ages around Planet Earth.

I’m going to round up Americans and bring them to police line-ups.

Who am I?

I was a US Marshall who was whipped, water boarded and interrogated by bullies.

This all happened when I was a kid in Public School 161 in The South Bronx.

The worse was to come at New York University where I was ethnic-profiled

Now I’m going to frame Americans in a courthouse like they framed me.

There must be disavowed IMF agents that I can recruit for this mission impossible.

If you want to clear your names, get on the saddle and ride with me.

This rogue operation is called Homework.

And it’s long overdue

To Sleep, Perchance To Pitch Nightmares To DreamWorks

By Danny Aponte of Public School 161

The South Bronx, USA

Friday, April 18, 2014

Gotcha

I didn’t want to tag you. Please hear me out. I’m desperate for your need for justice.

I need help to fulfill a dream for colored children of all ages around Planet Earth.

I’m going to round up Americans and bring them to police line-ups.

Who am I?

I was a US Marshall who was whipped, water boarded and interrogated by bullies.

This all happened when I was a kid in Public School 161 in The South Bronx.

The worse was to come at New York University where I was ethnic-profiled

Now I’m going to frame Americans in a courthouse like they framed me.

I’m sure there must be disavowed IMF agents that I can recruit for this mission impossible. If you want to clear your names, get on the saddle and ride with me.

This rogue operation is called Homework.

And it’s long overdue

To Sleep, Perchance To Pitch Nightmares To DreamWorks

By Danny Aponte of Public School 161

The South Bronx, USA

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Danny’s Draft For The Op Page Of The New York Sunday Times

Hasidim brought the building my mother has lived in before Richard M Nixon had to move out of The White House because of the spooky break-in at The Watergate Hotel.

Because my mother has mental health issues, she was excited like a little girl at Christmas when she was offered 500 dollars to move out. I wonder if the Indians that sold Manhattan for 24 dollars and trinkets were this overjoyed. Mommy, 500 dollars can’t move you halfway across the street to the Ortiz Funeral Home. Not that I’m asking for more green to bury us all. All of sudden, Hasidim surrounded me in the courtyard like a kosher version of The Matrix! They kept adding $ to $ until the offer stood at 5000 dollars. They were unnerving me like a geek inventor in The Shark Tank where Mr. Wonderful looks like Mr. Burns meets the emperor from Star Wars.

Well, I have bad news for those on the dark side of capitalism. Money means nothing to me. Mom means everything. She worked in a pencil and pen factory and still had time to draw me a smile. I know how to use a crayon like light swords on Sand People. Tremble as I jump into cyber drive and cut them down with freedom of speech until shouts of NO MAS and OY VEY is heard beyond the borders of The South Bronx where I carried Ann Frank in my arms and a cowboy from Death Valley Days rode into our town in his new role as President of the USA. Can Alex Trebek name him in a second on Jeopardy?

How about you? I imagine for some Americans history is a waste of time travel.

Ever since I was a boy, I’ve learned to play dumb because of Mission: Impossible.

It’s time to light the fuse. But, please, call this The Bronx Identity.

I will bring this fight to their doorsteps so fast and furious intelligence agencies will try to recruit me for the war against terror. They don’t know me but know this: I have certain skills and BLAH! BLAH! BLAH! I’m deadly with documents, pictures of broken apartment and AUDIO recordings. Read me loud and clear? Now brace for impact.

5 million dollars can be made in a lawsuit against the landlords that, in their defense, are better humans than the previous owners: Soprano stereotypes doused the roof with gasoline but, in the act of arson for profit, were arrested by Angels in God Blessed Blue.

The Force was with us summoned by mechanical telepathy called telephone.

Hey, maybe I can move my mother into Colin Powell Towers in The South Bronx.

We’ll be moving right up like The Jeffersons on CBS and welcome home, sweet home.

To Sleep, Perchance To Pitch Nightmares To DreamWorks

By Danny ‘IMF’ Aponte of Public School 161

The South Bronx, USA

New Future Weapon sung by Billy Idol

Artwork, collage and hot text by Daniel Angel Aponte Copyrighted 2014

So glad to get in contact with the better alien of my human nature

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

On the eve of The Blood Moon, Captain Planet will be sacrificed on the altar of Free Enterprise. Super Man is enslaved on Black Friday. Death comes to Archie comics.

You ever notice Casper The Friendly Ghost looks a lot like Richie Rich?

I got your Game of Thrones right here, my FB Friends. LOL!

Hey, don’t bitch movies didn’t warn you on getting a life.

How To Pitch Nightmares To DreamWorks

By Danny Aponte of Public School 161

The South Bronx, USA

Copyrighted 2014

New Future Weapon sung by Billy Idol

Hey, don’t bitch movies didn’t warn you on getting a life.

How To Pitch Nightmares To DreamWorks

By Danny Aponte of Public School 161

The South Bronx, USA

Copyrighted 2014

New Future Weapon sung by Billy Idol

Saturday, April 12, 2014

Mister Brain is not here. Can I take a message?

Good is a fantasy soon to fade away on the eve of The Blood Moon.

Evil is for real.

You think you can stop me, Dan X Machina? I predicted your defeat.

Let me pull you down from your heavenly cyber castle to hard Earth.

Let me help you grow up, toy boy. Let’s make you flesh and blood.

Like the humans say, life’s a bitch slap. And then you’re deleted.

I do enjoy a program that comes together to make you fall apart.

And the Oscar goes to… you lose. Earth is now next. Ciao.

How To Pitch Nightmares To DreamWorks

By Danny Aponte of Public School 161

The South Bronx, USA

Copyrighted 2014

See y’all bad guys burn in Japanese Anime Hell.

Danny is not here. Can I take a message?

LOL

On The Eve Of The Moon Blood, greetings, humans of the planet Earth. You're being evicted.

Good is a fantasy soon to fade away on the eve of The Blood Moon.

Evil is for real.

You think you can stop me, Dan X Machina? I predicted your defeat.

Let me pull you down from your heavenly cyber castle to hard Earth.

Let me help you grow up, toy boy. Let’s make you flesh and blood.

Like the humans say, life’s a bitch slap. And then you’re deleted.

I do enjoy a program that comes together to make you fall apart.

And the Oscar goes to… you lose. Earth is now next. Ciao.

How To Pitch Nightmares To DreamWorks

By Danny Aponte of Public School 161

The South Bronx, USA

Copyrighted 2014

See y’all bad guys burn in Japanese Anime Hell.

Danny is not here. Can I take a message?

LOL

Friday, April 11, 2014

Reality brings dreamers from the clouds into the war of ideas.

I need my past returned to fire up vision again.

I want my life back to move future forward.

I want my freedom to think free people.

It’s the thought that counts, you know.

Zombie Bury Zombie

Reality brings dreamers from the clouds into the war of ideas.

I need my past returned to fire up vision again.

I want my life back to move future forward.

I want my freedom to think free people.

It’s the thought that counts, you know.

Thursday, April 10, 2014

Bolt Blog

Reality brings dreamers from the clouds into the war of ideas.

I need my past returned to fire up vision again.

I want my life back to move future forward.

I want my freedom to think free people.

It’s the thought that counts, you know.

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

In the near future of The South Bronx, any time soon, children at Public School 161 were seen on WPIX News creating robots to enter in the National Science Fair.

To win the contest against overwhelming odds, they needed Artificial Intelligence.

What happened next would surprise the NYPL, you, Albert Einstein and God.

It’s The End Of The World, As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)*

How To Super Pitch Nightmares To DreamWorks

By Danny ‘A.I’ Aponte formerly of P.S 161

Copyrighted 2014 (So why are the Russians and the Chinese LOL? See you in court)

*Sung by REM (Rapid Eye Movement? I must be dreaming. LOL)