Lucy Liu Was the 2nd Shooter on the Grassy Knoll

The basis of today's playlist is to just slay this and still thrill from start to adieu through spilling supercilious and simultaneously unresolvable sociological ill will... zoomed fine and distilled through a moonshine still mind and unwind my art and blues like Kill Bill Part II!

You may miss the understated missive played within this. A mistake if time isn't taken to clean up the rhyme, past dreaming vines. To clarify and suture see, Future Me said "Come back and reclaim this flow". Soooo.... to just go:

An errant scene yo, when Tarantino bared a gleam to show a Lucy Liu zoom on a cartoon to blow a sniper scope from viper's notes.

Tested to wipe a vote invested right in the chest. Two pops from the rooftop, no second shooter needed to drop!

So the cartoon had a tighter grouping and lighter tune than the seesaw play of the CIA to absolve THEIR catspaw, Oswald's future as a solo shooter? I'll suture this wound soon with allure.

Enough historians have gotten off on nailing the CIA to a cross for their pop off of the Prince of Camelot. For historical editorialism I'm hot to hijack Doc Brown's DeLorean and get past a regular blast to something only this unlettered Mobster-Lexicographer can get used to-- without playing abstruse-- but paying my dues all day through.

Honest and violent for a moment of silence, on it and climbing I may expect to pray for JFK. And then test my roll, bust injustice to rest his soul next wave of this flow.


Part II Diving In: In unending Kennedy's play I'm invested whole. You had the cure for sure sir, but that scoungie commie cooter all he had to do was shoot and stir and dude it was through impure!

Everything in your world came unfurled and it was the end of Camelot's one shot at an in impure, preferred, cure. Upset the rest of the human set in a blender for whirr, after that shot heard troubled with a double blur. But past blasting back in time...

...Backrhymes to the scene and flow on Tarantino's cartoon show and the ill will in art and blues and Kill Bill Part II...

...for the duration of this edutainment prose I suppose I should expose:

Guess it shows for sure that pop culture can vamp like a vulture and express magic in tactics actually practiced! From deeper visions behind C.R.E.E.P.er missions like sleeper cell divisions.

Unwell how Hell is unbidden in all of us, bedridden sick only makes it fit in quick and pop on its own like the cost of every poem that flows from the top of my dome!

C.R.E.E.P. missions faltered late, like Watergate.

See War: Election pleas, inspecting needs increases. Expecting to please us easy, appease to have control over the status quo, bust the public! Easy for Uncle Cheesey to take money and fake rarity of charity for the hungry and spare you and me? That's funny!

C. Committee. War to enforce the sore gladiator-implored poor and expect to collect and keep them in check by far.

R. Re-Elect. Ahead with evidence the trick was on! And Nixon's investment see, was the last P: President. Fitting disease expected as development.

C.R.E.E.P. equals Committee to Re-Elect the President. Tricky Dick's flick of the wrist and blotter fate like Watergate and unfriendly endings for the Kennedy's and the span of humanity.

For the utter cynicism behind my gutter wisdom the U.S. was ALWAYS on it for sure to sponsor missions of terrorism against our own citizens! Tense in every poem but ahead of the drag and instead I'll be fragged or redflagged for that last tome, homes!