Thursday, November 9, 2017
Thursday, November 2, 2017
You must remember this: forget everything
Dear Face Book Friend, please help me make my great musical come true about integrating chocolate cupcakes with The Orange Ones.
There are many great scenes in my original musical.
In one song and dance scene, The Orange Ones protest the busing of chocolate cupcakes to schools that have always segregated chocolate from Orange cupcakes by Hostess.
My musical was inspired by aliens eating black and white people in a Twilight Zone TV episode called To Serve Man and a movie called La La Land.
My musical is about peace on Earth for everyone who loves peace but not before I get revenge by making a movie on movies that put me in a coma
My musical begins in The First Issue Of Admerica and ends with
The Last Issue Of Admerica where everyone has virtual reality goggles to become part of a world wide dance number.
Instead of killing in a video game, everyone is dancing to great music in the finale of my musical called New York Poetry Department, the name of an ad agency run by Artificial Intelligence that has played the Russians against The Americans in a covert operation code-named Wag The Face Book. It's like something out of an old 007 movie called From Russia With Love.
I have to go. They're breaking down the door.
For more classified Intel go to http://hobowithalibrarycardthemovie.blogspot.com
Monday, August 21, 2017
When I was a boy, I looked at an eclipse with my bare eyes
in The South Bronx of burnt out buildings.
A strange thing happened afterward.
A bright light appeared in front of my bedroom window, as
did a hurricane inside my room that scattered my comic books around, among
other objects.
I was being pulled into the light.
It was sheer force of will that prevented the little boy I
was from disappearing into another dimension.
I wasn’t ready for a new reality.
This is the persistence of my memory.
I recall being gifted in childhood with photographic memory
and creativity.
I remember doctors that wanted to administer a new drug
designed to dissolve a gland in the head of the little boy I was.
I stared into the
eyes of a doctor. He didn’t give me the drug.
The place where it happened was destroyed.
Today, it’s a parking lot of sorts for The New York City
Police Department.
In The New Millennium, a young American man tried to get
inside the building my mother has resided in for decades.
He identified himself
as Mark Wilson, a reporter for The New York Post.
He wanted to interview eyewitnesses to several bright lights
across the building that hovered for a few seconds before taking off at
unbelievable speed.
I studied pictures on his cell phone.
Mister Wilson, I am sure you are reading this, as I am sure
of scientific evidence to prove aliens have been on this gem of a planet for
thousands of years.
One of the aliens is called poverty.
Make with the mild mannered reporter thing and help change
the world for the best.
I am transmitting this final message from a public library
in The South Bronx.
Afterward, I will go out into the street and look into the
eclipse.
I wasn’t ready to leave the world when I was a kid.
I am ready
Now
My Re@l Life @s @ Comic Book
New York Radiology made MRI of my brain. Conceptual art and
text by
D@niel @ngel @ponte
Copyrighted 2017
When I was a boy, I looked at an eclipse with my bare eyes
in The South Bronx of burnt out buildings.
A strange thing happened afterward.
A bright light appeared in front of my bedroom window, as
did a hurricane inside my room that scattered my comic books around, among
other objects.
I was being pulled into the light.
It was sheer force of will that prevented the little boy I
was from disappearing into another dimension.
I wasn’t ready for a new reality.
This is the persistence of my memory.
I recall being gifted in childhood with photographic memory
and creativity.
I remember doctors that wanted to administer a new drug
designed to dissolve a gland in the head of the little boy I was.
I stared into the
eyes of a doctor. He didn’t give me the drug.
The place where it happened was destroyed.
Today, it’s a parking lot of sorts for The New York City
Police Department.
In The New Millennium, a young American man tried to get
inside the building my mother has resided in for decades.
He identified himself
as Mark Wilson, a reporter for The New York Post.
He wanted to interview eyewitnesses to several bright lights
across the building that hovered for a few seconds before taking off at
unbelievable speed.
I studied pictures on his cell phone.
Mister Wilson, I am sure you are reading this, as I am sure
of scientific evidence to prove aliens have been on this gem of a planet for
thousands of years.
One of the aliens is called poverty.
Make with the mild mannered reporter thing and help change
the world for the best.
I am transmitting this final message from a public library
in The South Bronx.
Afterward, I will go out into the street and look into the
eclipse.
I wasn’t ready to leave the world when I was a kid.
I am ready
Now
My Re@l Life @s @ Comic Book
New York Radiology made MRI of my brain. Conceptual art and
text by
D@niel @ngel @ponte
Copyrighted 2017
Saturday, April 25, 2015
Homeless Holographic Hobo HTTP is a insanely great idea for job creation.
I shot up my town with my Japanese camera to add to my
homework on creating a tour book to draw people from around the world to The
South Bronx of Admerica.
I had a marketing problem judging from the NYU rich white
students in my class that moved their chairs away from me. Life is so unfair.
These photographs are the beginning of what our town offers
big planet Earth.
I have a dream for the city of that never sleeps.
LOL
What fools are these mortals, gleefully exclaimed a winged
creature named Puck.
Midnight Summer Dream in The South Bronx of America
By Danny Angel Aponte of Public School 161
An essay on Freedom of Speech to sing songs like a canary in
a coalmine
Copyrighted in The South Bronx of Legal Graffiti from Here
To Eternity
LLAP
Friday, April 17, 2015
Holo Hobo Ho Ho Ho
Pablo Picasso’s painting of Carlos Casegemas, his best
friend, who committed suicide over a woman in Paris in the year 1901, inspired
my Happy Blue Period
Better to have loved than never to have loved at all in
moments gone like tears in rain…
Murals of Future Dreams & Other Planes Of Existence In
The Universe Of Inner Space
By Daniel Angel Aponte who died and went to Google Heaven
Revenge is living well in The South Bronx of Admerica
Stay tuned
Jane!!! Stop This Crazy Media Thing by Danny Aponte of
Public School 161
An essay on Freedom of Speech to sing songs like a canary in
a coalmine
Copyrighted in The South Bronx of Legal Graffiti from Here
To Eternity
LLAP
Thursday, January 31, 2013
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