We are Chosen


The Red King and Queen for Halloween 2018 were Chosen to represent Queens Centers for Progress in Celebration of Halloween!

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Please support Queens Centers for Progress in their mission of providing services and programs for People with autism and other developmental disabilities.

I always put my money where my mouth is and out of my limited resources provided as many Halloween costumes as I could afford for the residents of QCP BELLEROSE in Queens where Stephen resides. I was only able to buy two or three extra Halloween costumes but I know that those residents will be filled with joy for today. Stephen has lived there since 1989. Stephen was blessed to come from a loving home but many of the residents came from institutions. Many have no family or friends to give them gifts for any holidays.

Hanukkah and Christmas will be here before you know it. Please donate money, new clothing, GAMES, or toys to organizations like Queens Centers for Progress and AABR.

Thanks.

The Red King and Queen for Halloween extend their Reign to the Daily Press located in Brownsville, Brooklyn


The Red King and Queen for Halloween extend their Reign to the Daily Press located in Brownsville, Brooklyn


Concerning my Red Queen Costume which one is better? The one I wore yesterday or the one I’m sporting today at the Daily Press located in Brownsville, Brooklyn?

We are Super Siblings King and Queen for Halloween!

My cat Sylvester channeling energy from Dr. Strange.

Chanan Ate the Monster


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chanan Ate the Monster

The Monster did not eat Her

 

 

 

Once she tied the knot, the knot became a noose and nearly a toe tag.  Chanan became an escapee from the Chiffon Jungle.

His skeleton key let the bones out of the closet. Sadly not just hers but his also.  Insanity’s Scion. He wearied down Chanan’s dreams and gas-lighted her plans.  Except her artwork.  Chanan’s Artwork made him look good.  There is prestige in being married to an up and coming Artist.

No sooner than the ink was dry on the marriage license all hell broke loose.  Chanan was only 5 feet tall  and barely 115 lbs soaking wet.  He was over 6 feet 5 and over 225 lbs.

Easily enraged over what he saw as the slightest provocation…He shook her violently like she was a rag doll. Threw her up against the walls of his mansion. He slapped and punched her leaving her face swollen. Her body battered and bruised.  Before storming out of the estate he told Chanan, “The next time you defy me. I’ll snap your neck like a twig!”

 

He would grab her by the wrists and arms. Fling her across the room but he would avoid crushing her hands.  Those gifted fingers produced artwork that made them the toast of the town.  He needed her hands.

Here said Him as he flung a bag of frozen peas at Chanan. “Put that on your shoulders and upper arms.  I need you back in that art studio tomorrow.  Sooner rather than later.”  Chanan knew her artists smock would cover any bruises just in case unexpected visitors happened by.

This was a male boil filled with psychic pus which periodically burst sending it’s contents all over his world. Saturating her universe with poison infection spores.

The Emerald green choker gleamed and glowed in response to her warm golden skin. Blue sapphires pierced the moonlit night.

Cafe Society.  Such a Bizarre Bazaar of freaks and fools.

She a mere Bistro Barista delivered by He ~~ To The Manner Born. That was his thinking.  The Him hated “Those People” yet he had married one of them.  She was so bright, bubbly and beautiful that people were drawn to her.  Hers was the magnet he needed to overcome his inbred repellent nature.

“Midnight. Such an odd stupid time to pick up artwork but Chanan said it was easier to do so after dark.  After the Galleries had closed.  He walked briskly towards the entrance. Him always hated that long road walk.  Those gardens populated by Garden Gargoyles.  Chanan called them Protectors and Revengers.  He never understood most of her idiot terms. To him she was just a Golden Goose laying golden eggs. Replenishing his barren bank account wasted through his drinking, whoring and gambling.  Women artists he snorted!  Celebrated just for being female!  Bah!

Then he heard a sound. He stopped. Listened. Looked around him. It seemed like those gargoyles adorning various garden flower plots, facing the entrances and exits were now facing him.  His imagination.  That last whiskey sour. He continued on. Speeding up when he heard a clack, clack, boom slam screech…  He speeded up but he was not fast enough.

Fearsome stone sentries watch over those who care for them.

Diprosopus ~~  Two Faces. Now one is gone.

Objects in the Mirror are Mountains in mad pursuit.

Gargoyles in the Garden.  Weed the negative. Fertilize the Positive.

Come my puppies. Come to Momma. come get your evening meal.

Chanan giggled at the sounds and sights of them crunching, snorting, slurping, smacking of lips, breaking of bones.  His bones.

Psycho profilers are harbingers of hindsight, fortunetellers of the past. But as much brains as a baseball bat.  Revenge is sweet like a Banana Split Sundae.

 

Behind the Wall – Tracy Chapman

 

 

 

Halloween costumes Campaign 


Greetings everyone. Happy October. I love October because I get to celebrate my favorite holiday which is Halloween. 

I always buy Stephen a Halloween costume but last year I began buying extra Halloween costumes because many residents don’t have families to buy them Halloween costumes. 

This year my overtime money will once again go towards Costumes for the residents and I’m doing a Halloween costume campaign for both AABR & QCP Bellerose.

If you would like to donate Adult size Halloween costumes here are the addresses. 

QCP Bellerose

249-10 Grand Central Parkway 

Daniel Wieder Campus 

Bellerose, New York 11426.

AABR

161-06 89th Avenue 

Jamaica, New York  11432

Stephen and I Thank you as do all the residents and clients of AABR & QCP BELLEROSE. 

Halloween costumes 2016