Saturday, November 29, 2014

Friday, November 28, 2014

Young At Heart sung by Old Blue Eyes



2001: A Cyberspace Odyssey rebooted in 2001 by Win98. South Bronx Murals On Dreams And Other Planes Of Existence In The Expanding Universe And Making First Cell Contact With The Better Aliens Of Our Imagination By Daniel Angel Aponte

 

Inner Child died in The South Bronx of America and went to Google Heaven

 

Awesome.

 


 


 


 

All Rights Reserved 2014 by DAAD

 

In memory of the children of New Town and others taken away before their time.

 

Imagine them happy in the future where no dream is impossible.

Motivated to anime



FREEDOM OF INFORMATION FREE FOR ALL ON BLACK FRIDAY!!!

 
I died in The South Bronx of America and went to Google Heaven

 

Pucker up & kiss my ad. Checkmate & Cheers, mates. 

 

Be seeing you.

 


 

It's not all about you you know


 

 

Pucker up & kiss my ad.

 

Be seeing you.

 

 

 

I don't like cops. I love them. LOL



FREEDOM OF INFORMATION FREE FOR ALL ON BLACK FRIDAY!!!

 

I was denied rights at The Sixth Precinct after a racist inflicted injury on me.

 

I died in The South Bronx of America and went to Google Heaven

 

Pucker up & kiss my ad. Checkmate & Cheers, mates. 

 

Be seeing you.

 


 

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Hispanics Fron Krypton!!!


When I was a kid, my big brothers took me to an ancient movie theatre in Times Square.

 

The theatre used to belong to upper class whites for their plays and operas until it was taken over by black people with the minority being Puerto Ricans.

 

There was so many people smoking marijuana and drinking alcohol.

 

They shouted profanities when the lights dimmed and the curtains parted. All was quiet when they saw the title of the movie: The Planet Of The Apes. In the next seat, a black man looked at me and bared his teeth. I felt his anger rise like a disturbance in The Force.

 

I felt fear for my life.

 

Fortunately, another black man saved me by shouting from the balcony. “ Yo, Tyrone! There goes your mother!” The theater blew up with laugher.

 

Martin Luther King and Richard Pryor would have been proud.

 

This has been another near death experience at the movies.

 

The end.

 


 


 


 

I give thanks when humor happens to bring people together


When I was a kid, my big brothers took me to an ancient movie theatre in Times Square.

 

The theatre used to belong to upper class whites for their plays and operas until it was taken over by black people with the minority being Puerto Ricans.

 

There was so many people smoking marijuana and drinking alcohol.

 

They shouted profanities when the lights dimmed and the curtains parted. All was quiet when they saw the title of the movie: The Planet Of The Apes. In the next seat, a black man looked at me and bared his teeth. I felt his anger rise like a disturbance in The Force.

 

I felt fear for my life.

 

Fortunately, another black man saved me by shouting from the balcony. “ Yo, Tyrone! There goes your mother!” The theater blew up with laugher.

 

Martin Luther King and Richard Pryor would have been proud.

 

This has been another near death experience at the movies.

 

The end.

 


 


 


 

Monday, November 24, 2014

I died and went to Google Heaven




Once again, Bill Cosby proves my theory that Hispanics are superior to black people.

 

When it comes to family values, we are so media mob mentality oriented.

 

No more Jello Frozen Pudding Pops for an outraged Carlos Danger!!!

 

It’s back to Good Humor Ice Cream Cones.

 

Happy Black Friday, Ferguson!!!

 


 


 


 

Time is money and the clock is broke






 

 



 


 

Saturday, November 22, 2014

I see you hearing me








Staring into cold night from my living room window opposite funeral home in The South Bronx of America, I had fantasies about getting real with mural of words on dreams and other planes of existence in the universe.

 

You just made First Cell Contact with the better aliens of human imagination, which is more important than knowledge according to Albert Einstein.  Is there life after media?

 

It’s your call.

 


 


 

Friday, November 21, 2014

On behalf of beautiful planet, Pucker up. Kiss Ad




Think of me as the thief who got nailed next to A Good Jewish Lawyer.

 

I have to do a bad thing like stealing in order to do some good on Earth.

 

Black Friday Virus aborted. You have no idea what was avoided.

 

Have a nice turkey dinner and, by the way, you’re welcome

 


 


 
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Thursday, November 20, 2014

Pucker Up! Kiss Ad!




Think of me as the thief who was nailed next to A Good Jewish Lawyer.

 

I have to do a bad thing like stealing to do some good on Earth.

 

Black Friday Virus aborted and you’re welcome.

 

Have a nice turkey dinner.

 


 


 

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Dreamlight Genes


This is a make-believe gift for The South Bronx: it’s a state of the art charter school where “Imagination is more important than knowledge,” Albert Einstein believed.

 

Amazing Individuals contribute Amazing Ideas to Artificial Intelligence.

 

Children dream therefore they exist to change the world.

 

They are A.I. Prototype

 

Murals For Dreams And Other Planes Of Existence in The Expanding Universe

 

Essays by Images And Paintings By Words By Daniel Angel Aponte

 


 


 

All Rights Reserved 2014

I dream therefore I exist to pursue justice and make movies




This is a make-believe gift for The South Bronx: it’s a state of the art charter school where “Imagination is more important than knowledge,” Albert Einstein believed.

 

Amazing Individuals contribute Amazing Ideas to Artificial Intelligence.

 

Children dream therefore they exist to change the world.

 

They are A.I. Prototype

 

Murals For Dreams And Other Planes Of Existence in The Expanding Universe

 

Essays by Images And Paintings By Words By Daniel Angel Aponte

 


 


 


 


 


 

All Rights Reserved 2014

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Loss of my memories makes me recall Total Recall. Not my real life



Any country would quickly grant citizenship to foreigners endowed with genius like Jim Carrey who influenced America with Dumb and Dumber and here’s sequel.

 

Think about it.

 

Murals For Future Dreams And Other Planes Of Existence In The Universe

 

I died in The South Bronx of America and went to Google Heaven

 

By Daniel Angel Aponte Dreamer

 


 


 


 


 

Not one comment from THE FRENCH!!!!






Any country would quickly grant citizenship to foreigners endowed with genius like Jim Carrey who influenced America with Dumb and Dumber and here’s sequel.

 

Think about it.

 

Murals For Future Dreams And Other Planes Of Existence In The Universe

 

I died in The South Bronx of America and went to Google Heaven

 

By Daniel Angel Aponte Dreamer

 


 


 


 


 



Monday, November 17, 2014

Last entry and good night




In The South Bronx, when I was a boy who wanted to earn an NYPD gold shield, I followed footprints in snow that lead me to the home of Where The Wild Things Are.

 

Write what you know, Danny, advised Ms Raesade, beloved 6th grade English teacher who believed I would write The Great American Novel. I know The Hunt’s Point Public Library was my Fortress of Solitude and The Bat Cave to boot up ideas.

 

In spite of having Patience and Fortitude, I got tired of waiting for Super Man.

 

I wanted to go where no one has ever gone before.  I wanted to be a science officer to make computers talk. I found a book called From Sand Tables To Electronic Brains.

 

I recall this because of a photographic memory in childhood enhanced by gifted ones.

 

Imagination is more important than knowledge, Albert Einstein wrote to me in this mansion of geniuses that made me feel like Richie Rich in The South Bronx

 

I have a dream for The City That Never Sleeps.

 

I dreamt of Supreme Court Justice Sonia Sotomayor reading from her book from her hometown libraries to inspire future dreamers with homework on Earth as I figured how to do my homework on creating a tour book to draw tourists to The South Bronx. To quote Supreme Court Justice Sandra Day O’Connor, no one gets a dream done alone.

 

That applies to a former South Bronx resident who wrote We, The People in 1776.

 

I’ve been around like The Man In Black sang. I was a US Marshal or Lone Ranger

 

Reckon its high noon to serve this here NYPL warrant for arrested development.

 

Book them, Dano. Poetic Justice writes again on sunset of centuries and sunrise

 

Once upon a time at The Public Library, the boy I was found A Winkle In Time.

 

Know the past. Just never repeat bad things in history again. Find the future.

 

This has been a mural of words for dreams and other planes of existence.

 

I died in The South Bronx of America and went to Google Heaven

 

Thanks for sharpening super visions, NYPL.

 

It’s my time to make you see.

 

See book. Read movie

 

Hope sequel’s better

 

LOL

 

 


 


 


 


 


 

First Cell Contact With The Better Aliens of Human Imagination by Dan Aponte

 

 

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