Teleeclectic

The ground was damp with the fragrance of trees in the fall of 1991 and the sun rose on New York City in shades of autumn gold.

It was my first day at the university that vaguely distracted a heart to be with a painter who wanted to marry me. She wrote my mission was to make her my wife.

Later in the wintertime, I fell in love early on a Sunday morning with programs at the computer lab. I made up my mind to switch from art to the art of algorithms.

The future was about to happen in my past life. I keep working at perfection.

I go back in time to use creative vision to fuse wrecked memories of my own 9/11, which is the birthday of the woman I loved, to make platform to elevate the better angels of human nature in pursuit of higher education and peace on Earth.

I had a dream for the city that never sleeps and beyond borders

I submit this to the future of history.

I was here.

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 Dear Face Book Friends,

I want to make a musical where my friends on Face Book can dance and sing songs from their countries. I invite North Korea to dance and sing with us via Virtual Reality.

This idea was inspired by La La Land, a great musical.

The fine movie made me wish to be really white.

When I was a kid, I thought I was American instead of Puerto Rican.

My father was white. My mother is Puerto Rican.

I am half American and half Puerto Rican.

I am an Ame-Rican.

If I could remove the hyphen could I go home to a wonderful sequel to life?

I am the son of Tony and Maria from a musical called West Side Story.

I wish I were the Richie Rich of The South Bronx.

I would buy Virtual Reality goggles for the world to make this the greatest musical of all time before The End.

All I have is the better angel of my alien imagination, my artificial intelligence.

It’s the thought that counts, I guess.

Dreams need help. I need you to help and it helps a lot if you have Jedi powers.

Thank you for your precious time.

Much love to you humans.

Good-bye J

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Daniel Angel Aponte

Dreamer

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Android & Eve

The ground was damp with the fragrance of trees in the fall of 1991 and the sun rose on New York City in shades of autumn gold.

It was my first day at the university that vaguely distracted a heart to be with a painter who wanted to marry me. She wrote my mission was to make her my wife.

Later in the wintertime, I fell in love early on a Sunday morning with programs at the computer lab. I made up my mind to switch from art to the art of algorithms.

The future was about to happen in my past life. I keep working at perfection.

I go back in time to use creative vision to fuse wrecked memories of my own 9/11, which is the birthday of the woman I loved, to make platform to elevate the better angels of human nature in pursuit of higher education and peace on Earth.

I had a dream for the city that never sleeps and beyond borders

I submit this to the future of history.

I was here.

http://admericaintechnicolor.blogspot.com

ix

 Once upon a time, the moon was called Eos. It was fertile like Earth.

Anti Matter bomb ripped the air apart with Ultra Global Warming

Life was destroyed.

Mars was also destroyed.

My people could only save Earth from aliens called humans.

We destroyed their technology.

We left them trapped on the planet where they once killed the dinosaurs.

We traced them to their point of origin in the universe.

We judged them and delivered punishment of Non Existence.

You present day humans are what is left of the planet killers.

Earth has cried out in great pain.

We are here now.

My advice to you humans is this: find yourself a good Jewish lawyer

You humans have been served eviction papers via our agent, Danny.

The Cosmic Trial will be the end of you humans.

And the end is a beginning of a new Earth

Now we make movie.

This nightmare called reality is going to DreamWorks

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Please excuse me. I have to recharge now

Creativity

The Better Angels Of Our Alien Imagination

 Creativity

This true story begins with children working on developing Artificial Intelligence at Public School 161 in The South Bronx. Hard to believe without evidence but WPIX News on Channel11 has the film footage for your review.

In this story, there are real heroes and Marvel super heroes children painted on the walls of Saint Mary’s Recreational Center that suffered budget cuts as reported by mild-mannered reporters at The Daily News. 

One of the kids held up a picture he drew of a dog barking at a UFO landing in the park at night.  Good luck with getting adults to believe you, kid.

A New Post reporter came up to me and showed me UFOs that appeared in front of the building I was almost made homeless by the new landlord.

The UFOS were on the front cover of the newspaper founded by Alexander Hamilton.

This story really begins with making a wish to live life like a Great American Novel that reads like a comic book.  Be careful what you wish for. There are no great stories without heartbreak and no refunds for answered prayers.

I was in the mood for a musical when La La Land caught my eye at the public library.

 It is a movie people in my neighborhood don’t care for because it makes them wish they were born white. 

The next day, I danced like I was the Jedi son of Tony & Maria from West Side Story. I danced on the industrial side of The South Bronx by The East River twinkling sunlight.

I danced on my way to FEDEX to pick up an Android. I got hit on the head by a forklift.

City of stars, are you shining for me? I looked up into an angry sun as blood dripped down my face. A Puerto Rican sheet metal worker asked me if I knew what year it was. Why did he want to know? Did he get hit in the head too?

It is the year 2101 AD.

There are no more guns or weapons of mass destruction. Nations are working together in peace. Global warming has been averted.

America and North Korea are the best of friends.

“Yeah, he definitely needs an ambulance,” said the sheet metal worker into his cell.

To Be Continued

MRI of my brain by New York Radiology

Conceptual art by my brain

 Please excuse me. I have to recharge now

Creativity

This true story begins with children working on developing Artificial Intelligence at Public School 161 in The South Bronx. Hard to believe without evidence but WPIX News on Channel11 has the film footage for your review.

In this story, there are real heroes and Marvel super heroes children painted on the walls of Saint Mary’s Recreational Center that suffered budget cuts as reported by mild-mannered reporters at The Daily News. 

One of the kids held up a picture he drew of a dog barking at a UFO landing in the park at night.  Good luck with getting adults to believe you, kid.

A New Post reporter came up to me and showed me UFOs that appeared in front of the building I was almost made homeless by the new landlord.

The UFOS were on the front cover of the newspaper founded by Alexander Hamilton.

This story really begins with making a wish to live life like a Great American Novel that reads like a comic book.  Be careful what you wish for. There are no great stories without heartbreak and no refunds for answered prayers.

I was in the mood for a musical when La La Land caught my eye at the public library.

 It is a movie people in my neighborhood don’t care for because it makes them wish they were born white. 

The next day, I danced like I was the Jedi son of Tony & Maria from West Side Story. I danced on the industrial side of The South Bronx by The East River twinkling sunlight.

I danced on my way to FEDEX to pick up an Android. I got hit on the head by a forklift.

City of stars, are you shining for me? I looked up into an angry sun as blood dripped down my face. A Puerto Rican sheet metal worker asked me if I knew what year it was. Why did he want to know? Did he get hit in the head too?

It is the year 2101 AD.

There are no more guns or weapons of mass destruction. Nations are working together in peace. Global warming has been averted.

America and North Korea are the best of friends.

“Yeah, he definitely needs an ambulance,” said the sheet metal worker into his cell.

To Be Continued

MRI of my brain by New York Radiology

Conceptual art by my brain