The African-American kids upstairs began their usual stampede at 6 AM on 10/27/14. &nbsp;

Monday, October 27, 2014

The African-American kids upstairs began their usual stampede at 6 AM on 10/27/14.

On Father’s Day, I woke up to find myself in the kitchen walking on water like Jesus on Television. They left the faucet running again. Again, I empty pots and wait for the Dominican super to show up to knock and bang on the door upstairs until it reveals a bleary-eyed black woman Welfare had taken out of homeless shelter with her kids and into building my disabled mother has lived in since Watergate Scandal of the 1970s.

Calmly and with consideration to the black woman’s problems, I asked again for a reduction on noise pollution. No apology was offered as she closed the door with her last words: I forgot to close the faucet.

The super once caught her husband smoke marijuana in the hallway of graffiti that grew like toxic mold on bathroom walls. He disrespected the super as he did me when I talked to his blood-shot eyes about respecting my mother’s rights as a tenant. I feared if I made a call to 311 he might retaliate by hurting or killing my mother.

No matter how patiently I addressed a jobless black man he kept pulling the pin on the grenade of confrontation to make himself feel like a man with power.

Swastikas cannot be made without black and white.

Again, I pleaded for mercy on behalf of my mother who has several appointments at Lincoln Hospital after an examination for breast Cancer. I saw in his eyes Apartheid appear like a possible case of Ebola in a 5-year old in The Bronx.

What happens to his children in this poorly designed anti-poverty program?

Do the kids become another crop of criminals to be harvested by bullets and illegal chokeholds? Across the river from this homeless shelter of a neighborhood is the halfway house called Riker’s Island Prison. Across this homeless shelter is a funeral home. There is higher education up the block called The Public Library.

Read three ways to leave The City of Illegal Guns and Roses.

I know the road to hell is paved with many good intentions but it would be a good try to get the mayor’s wife to give counseling to that family in The South Bronx of America.

This would be Pre-K homework far from finished

Welcome to The United Selfies of Admerica

Art Design & Text By Daniel Angel Aponte

Saturday, October 25, 2014

Idea Invitro For Those Unable To Produce Visions

Thursday, October 23, 2014

New Password: iforgotmypasswordohwaitthatismypassword

Art Design & Text By Daniel Angel Aponte

Copyrighted 2014

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Duh

Gleefully, he gloated as he typed what he thought would be the greatest best-selling book in history just one second before a polite meteor knocked on his door.

Hi, Anxiety by Danny Aponte of P.S 161 in The South Bronx of America

“We don’t publish stories from minorities,” a woman snarled over an ancestor of The Smart Phone. His ears were still ringing with puns hours after she had hung up.

Chapter 1: It was a dark and stormy night of Post Traumatic Stress from rejections.

All of a sudden, lightning transformed him into The Hobo With A Library Card!

Pens popped out of fists like the claws of a wild animal (perhaps a wolverine.)

Writer’s Block exploded in all directions of the planet Earth.

The world of publishing shuddered in dread of retribution.

And this was just the first draft.

Art Design & Text By Daniel Angel Aponte

Copyrighted 2014

Monday, October 20, 2014

IC

Rumbling Path train made superior the symphony of rain over The South Bronx and cat sheltered under brick archway on hilly street of autumn brownstones and futuristic architecture looming in horizon of yet another Renaissance where spirits blend like vivid Northern Lights into the better aliens of human imagination.

Homesickness has moved into the past and what do I write on in this Wonder Land?

Whatever, the cat said by brushing alongside my legs.

Whatever, I replied by scratching the cat’s head.

Whatever forever quickly I write on the day.

No proxy for Mouse on PC that freezes up.

Frozen thoughts indeed on Word98.

Still work wild ideas on it in 2014.

Got God Particle?

Art Design & Text By Daniel Angel Aponte

Copyrighted 2014

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Pinpoint Portal Program

I died and went to Google Heaven

Revenge is dreaming well