How To Pitch Nightmares To Dreamworks

Copyrighted 2014 by me.

Thursday, April 24, 2014

If I ever fall in love, I’ll work out to make my muscles glisten like gold bricks.

I’ll be a male stripper only for the woman who falls in love with me.

I’ll slowly gyrate to the movie theme of Django as she swoons like a southern belle about to faint in a heat wave by the river. I want her to have a hard time catching her breath.

I want her heart to stop several times. I want her to whisper oh, my heavens!

I want her to cry out Tron Legacy was a great sequel to Tron!

I don’t really know what women want.

Hey, I’m only ten years old.

But I am a good student.

See you in the future.

Wink.

There are 8 million stories in The Naked City. You have been one of them.

To Sleep, Perchance To Pitch Nightmares To DreamWorks

Comic Book Journal By Danny Aponte of P.S 161

Saturday, April 19, 2014

REWARD!!!

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.

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

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

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

I picked up a sledgehammer to break the fourth wall of a toxic house. Sunlight revealed The Garden State where aliens arrived on the airwaves of NBC radio in the 1930s.

To Sleep, Perchance To Pitch Nightmares To DreamWorks

By Danny Aponte of Public School 161

The South Bronx, USA

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Big ideas come from small ideas

I was remodeling a home and, at the same time, reconstructing memories after 9/11.

I remember the only gold chain I ever had in my life. Placed around me when I was a baby, it had a locket that contained an angel with a sword in battle with a dragon.

You can believe my story but don’t trust the darkness in it.

In the evening, I exorcised voices from my head into Win98 and rebooted my mind into Dan X Machina, a cyber entity who fights an evil twin in the inner space of a chip.

When The End comes, don’t bitch movies didn’t warn you to get a real life.

To Sleep, Perchance To Pitch Nightmares To DreamWorks

By Danny 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

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

I'm so glad I got in contact with the better alien of my nature

I picked up a sledgehammer to break the fourth wall of a toxic house. Sunlight revealed The Garden State where aliens arrived on the airwaves of NBC radio in the 1930s.

I was remodeling a home and, at the same time, reconstructing memories after 9/11.

I remember the only gold chain I ever had in my life. Placed around me when I was a baby, it had a locket that contained an angel with a sword in battle with a dragon.

You can believe my story but don’t trust the darkness in it.

In the evening, I exorcised voices from my head into Win98 and rebooted my mind into Dan X Machina, a cyber entity who fights an evil twin in the inner space of a chip.

When The End comes, don’t bitch movies didn’t warn you to get a real life.

To Sleep, Perchance To Pitch Nightmares To DreamWorks

By Danny 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

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

The Better Aliens of our nature are here

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

Monday, April 14, 2014

When The End arrives don't bitch movies never warn you to get a life

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

Saturday, April 12, 2014

When The End comes, don't say you weren't warned by the movies

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

Thursday, April 10, 2014

I redesigned the world known rooster on a box of Kellogg’s Corn Flakes

I call this idea for a mobile American Scandal For Bed & Breakfast

Like Tony The Tiger growls, it’s GRRRREAT!

Saturday, April 5, 2014

The War On Terror Gets Hairy, human

Peter And The Wolfgang starring Al Pacino in a role with real bite

Strange beautiful creatures lived at an ancient NYU dormitory.

The Village nightlife felt eternal and isolated from normal.

Hear David Bowie sing, See these eyes sooooooooo red

What’s a poor werewolf from The South Bronx to do?

Ready to make the war on terror get hairy, humans?

How To Pitch Nightmares To DreamWorks

Story and script development By Danny Aponte

Director of photography: Danny Aponte

Senor art director: Danny Aponte

Graphic designer: Danny Aponte

Music director: Danny Aponte

Oscar for DANNY APONTE!

Revenge is living well.

Copyrighted 2014

Friday, April 4, 2014

Wasteland To Wasteland

Thursday, April 3, 2014

I am so glad to have connected with the better alien of my nature

I built a shoeshine box and made money in my creative childhood.

I shined shoes next to The White House supermarket and the newsstand on Prospect Avenue in The South Bronx of America.

One day, three older well-dressed Puerto Rican kids made fun of my two-dollar sneakers in front of pretty girls sitting on the hood of a car.

I looked at their expensive shoes and gave up pride in working for a living.

I wish my mother took a welfare check like your parents do, I said quietly.

The girls burst into laughter as the three boys turned red with shame.

They tried to beat me up but the girls protected me from the bullies.

I was like the kid in a fable that said the king has no clothes on.

I learned that telling the truth could get me hurt in the USA.

I’ll be lying if I said I didn’t mind dying for the truth.

In the city of illegal guns and roses, I lived opposite a funeral parlor. The block is like death row because down the hill and across the river is Riker’s Island Prison.

There’s Jesus and the Apostles on the face of a clock in my mother’s little kitchen.

Every night, I ran of time.

But more often than not, I used to get a last supper unlike some other kids.

I escaped by looking into the mystery of the universe. I craved higher education. I wanted to build dreams and make them reality. I wanted Bronx School of Science.

Then it’s off to M.I.T. It’s hard to believe what happened to my life.

Now would be a good time for you to be scared of me.

How To Pitch Nightmares To DreamWorks

By Danny Aponte of P.S 161

Super hero at last! Yay!

LOL