BOOK ONE: “When FEAR comes to you…Sing to it! Dance with it! Keep your Cue...AND...ACTION!" 

BOOK TWO: T.H.E. SPOOK's CHORUS SUNG BETWIXT THE BARS FROM THE G.O.A.T AT STARING AT GOATS.

T.H.E. GREEN BERET/SPY DECLASSIFIED IN PRISON MEMOIRS WITH SONGS FROM 20th SNIPER's OPENED THROATS.

A POETIC LOOK OF REMOTE VIEWING BEYOND THE STARS.

"DE OPPRESSO LIBER" OATHS CUTTING TIES WITH JOHN LENNON, JFK, MLK, AND RFK. WAR CRIES FROM THE SILENT SHEEP-DIPPED ASSET AT PLAY BEHIND EVERY PATSY DU JOUR, WHERE INTEL BECOMES SICK AND TRANSPARENCY IS THE SINGULAR CURE, WHILE THE SHEEP SPENDS ITS ENTIRE LIFE FEARING THE WOLF IN A HERD, ONLY TO BE EATEN LIKE IT WAS MUTTON, AFTER A BLESSING WITH GOD's WORD BY THE GLUTTONOUS SHEPHERD THAT ONLY EXTRA-TERRESTRIALS ON SPACESHIP-MOON HEARD.

PP&C: T.H.E. SPOOK.

Foreword: When a society’s laws are exposed as serving only the corrupt few, the atypical anti-hero typically emerges as an antidote to the prevailing hypocrisy. The Prison Spook: Black Icarus, is that antidote. Your laws are that hypocrisy. My hypocrisy is being part of a ‘throat shot’ sheep-dipped Green Beret sniper unit that took out JFK, MLK, RFK, and my first hero, John Lennon (4 initial throat shots). 

My Classified Bioweapons-Morphology Instructor, Dr Don C. Wiley was also taken out by JSOC’s Activity. A senatorial burn notice saved my life until I went up in a white lightning bonfire. As I sobered up in prison, I found self-forgiveness as an innocent prison nigger/spook. 

It took the poetry of prison violence to get to the serenity of that forgiveness. This is a list of that journey in a world of cons in the Hapa/Half-verse. 

My patriotic heart struggles to forgive an American Republic who fell in a violent coup to a shadowy intelligence organization. That same rogue organization is still in power in the shadows of JSOC “Activity” and the CIA’s 20th SOG. (Special Ops Group.) 

That coup happened on 11/22/63 when members of my unit conspired to take President Kennedy out in Dallas. The hit was originally supposed to happen on Nov. 9, 1963 in Miami, with all the same players, but Kennedy got wind of the assassination and cancelled his Miami trip so the CIA pivoted to a nightmare on Elm street in Dealey Plaza. Senator Inouye spoke of the same spooky people on August 3, 1987 when he was quoted as saying a shadowy government free of accountability with their own self funding mechanisms and their own agenda of national security is part of our reality. The Senator created a clandestine Senate Intelligence Subcommittee to further investigate the Black Ops of the drug-running rogue-CIA, and to find their self funding mechanisms. 

I was part of that 12 man Rosebud surveillance team. 

I was recruited at 17 years old after losing in the National Golden Gloves Finals in Omaha, Nebraska. My singular loss in the ring after winning State.

What T.H.E. Spook found has been buried and none of it has ever seen the light of day. 

The Rosebud Thief stole a shovel. 

These are the digs of a prison Punk who lost his way but found the courage in sobriety to find T.H.E. Pen buried in memory, scripted in classifications from Top Secret Umbra to Rhyolite to TS/SCI Majic-Cosmic. 

It’s time for the transparency of a real American Republic and to introduce the world to the greatest Remote Viewer of the Rosebud Intelligence Program. 

In my unwarranted hubris I’d say I was the GOAT of men who stared at goats. Forgive me Pat Price. I RV’d your Ken Kress CIA file. 100% effective, huh? I see why they murdered you after 3 months as Remote Viewer #001 for the CIA’s Operation Stargate/RV program.

Enjoy this Spook’s remote view. 

XOXO Lila Cepa. 

BOOK 3: T.H.E. PHILOSOPHY BEHIND INNOCENCE IN CHAINS. A FORMER SUPER-SPY SHAWSHANKED INTO A VERSE'D MULTITUDE OF ANDY DUFRENSES. T.H.E. ROSEBUD THIEF, WORST OFF AFTER KARMIC GAINS, KNOWING BEYOND BELIEF THAT WE ARE THE AUTHORS OF OUR OWN JOYS AND PAINS. I HAVE LEFT BEHIND THE HURT AND GRIEF, MY WORD IS ALL THAT REMAINS...

BEWARE: I WROTE OUT THE HATE AND RAGE. ON EVERY PAGE, I LEFT BLOODSTAINS. 

"T.H.E. PP&C TRILOGY. GREEN BERET-TURNED-SPY-TURNED-INMATE MEMOIRS... 

is like Kubrick's Dr. STRANGELOVE, you get three stars in one. The PP&C Trilogy is the greatest poetry book ever written, bar none. When you see the codes hidden between the zeroes and ones, the X's and Oh No's are seen as more than kisses and hugs in the cells of prison Tic Tac Toe, playing violent games with thugs that know Lila Cepa is like the BIG LEBOWSKI's truth. Lila Cepa can get you the toe of a fool or a last BABY RUTH picked from a bloody CADDYSHACK pool. She is as cool as a cuke eaten like a "NEWMAN" in COOL HAND LUKE whenever she's egg'd on. Cue the FEAR! Would you keep your cue'l or would you get pissed on like a Lebowski rug as per her only prison-pillow-fight-club-rule?"

DAVID MANNING. COLUMBIA PICTURES.