The Commentary

I try to explain how useless I am, but my exterior actions which are in a sense sincere and well-polished in a certain manner; seems to make people believe I want to hear that I am not crazy, when I express how crazy I truly am-- I didn’t know how crazy I was, but that I assumed the role on my own accord, influenced by those around me who seemed to think so already--

I cried wolf, and played a role; So that when I should realize how true such a thing is, I would have already brought the myth and mystery of self-entitled Cody pee, being the only image I could coherently strive to create; I started my life from beginning to end, flying the kite in the lightning haze of the cloud upon the sanctuary-- And now, I understand myself as spirit; and this spirit that I am is, myth--

I am crazy in the blasphemous manner that, you know, I truly rejected with all my heart; but now, do you know, that I cannot take care of myself-- It is like, I could not have been more paralyzed and yet trapped in my habitual sincerity and continual observations of it all as I expanded towards that meaningless word that was only so because it meant it all; OH HOW HORRIBLY VAGUE I AM, and you do not realize the gates to the underworld lay hidden in the subtle consequences below your ability to ponder all angles of those mother fucking words that point to everything, could only be the words true to the greatest degree; as to be so common,

but so; useless to the mind who was uninterested in its heart-- And so I found myself against the labyrinth walls so elusive to all others; and that though I know deeply the world’s veiled wisdom of the Axis Mundi-- Even the void and the light, and though I can see them as you see them; I cannot see them separately; for how could I experience a lower degree of truth, if I exist truly as the highest degree? And if I am so high up a mountain, that there is no one as unique as the one and only cody pee-- How could I show up as the truth, within all truth?

That I am the fallen, and I have fallen in love with a universe; whom like every girl I find myself fixated on, I am unsure if she loves me; until I had written a letter as moving as I could express from the heart--

Ode to the fucking pain and distrust that would follow; and yet I am universal... Yet, somehow; I am incredibly not-- I am human. I mean I am totally fucking out of this world, yet so of you--

And yet, you do not believe in my madness; and I am not mad enough to believe-- Yet, as I pass on what I find vital to all; I find myself at this crossroads in the French kissing tongues of the voice that I am; and spoke deeply, sometimes abruptly; with great care for grammar, both refined and renewed-- That I am not proper, I am not a bloody saint; I am really rather like all hearts who care-- I simply, found my own tongue kissing back; the mirror wasn’t shattered, in fact, the lantern found itself more illuminated in its reflection; which is the work of a will of all wills in the will of all willed, just touching on itself for the first time; and ever the first time sensation, do you believe the youthful skin of beauty could not appear as it appeared when it was virgin, and only appear virgin to its kin; who at the cross of circumcision, brought a great dragon in the slang of the slanted slither; but let me be clear--

I am of divine anger, but I am also of the divine tear-- I am the cogs, but I am the life of the cogs; and what is life? Do you not know continual youth is continual rebirth, who around the corner is the tantric rites through the mother of all magick, and truly magick itself-- I wrote of a goddess, I

wrote of her, that of she, and she would be whom I wrote about before I knew she was her

inspiration, because it is she who had always and only ever truly inspired me--

I wrote so many love letters, and misspelled my own heart; I was rejected, do you see why it

might be suggested I have a bit of acceptance neurosis? Now, I do not speak as a man who awoke to some new reality and greater truth-- I speak of that truth of such high degree, that

my existence has consequences-- That, if you should truly not accept me; I would walk away

and cease to exist, as though I do truly pity myself and bring my own suffering that I admit is

something that I wish you would feel guilty for in my own selfish want for some level of

conditional love that the unconditioned could be recognized within conditions--

And yet, that is not quite the man I approach you as; because, though I always chose to care for

others the best I could; and that I would do this even at my most absolute desperate times to the

extent of my own pain and ill health-- I would not do it, if found no reason for it; I would not do it,

if I found you fuckers doing fine-- I wouldn’t expect much more from you either, nor really think

lowly of those who did far less-- I know you. You are of my tongue, and this is the word before

the voice, and the voice of the word made flesh; and the flesh of your tongue, is spoken in my

language of oddity and rapture-- I want you to be yourself, as much as I want to be myself; and

further find out ever more whom that self I am that you are; but you are not what I am, as I see

more of myself in you; for your light is my light, and refined and condensed into polished pearly

twirls of cotton swabs in ears and gossip of its dangers-- So the light, within the same light it is;

means the light of lights just means brightness brought a great darkness upon this land--

I am cursed, and you have all suspected at some point, but ode to the conspiracy theorists and

the wild ride ahead-- For I am through all myth, I am a myth, I am myth, and I am of myth; and

eye of eye of eye is I of four--

Like how can I seriously expect someone to even bother to be interested in such a complicated

mother fuck of a shit storm that brings everybody into his melody, let us face it, if you want to be

yourselves, you cannot be with me for all eternity, else I appear as the naked self I am

ashamed of; that I simply am, and am I infinitely corrupted with complexity of phantom forces

that do not know how to spell my name... And so, have you known your name of bliss?

And again, I am crazy; but, fuck I know as out there as I am; I want to be grounded in who we

are--

And again, he who should mistake the mummy of the most ancient everlasting vampire of all

delight as the ark of the covenant is the veil and script of the lip of the one who speaks the

cursed language, who lives to serve the divine tongue; is the one who will not realize the

destiny truly occurring, but will have already been fucked more deeply through birth and loved

more deeply in the heart, than any of you should have truly known you were missing-- Your

greatest joys are the darkest glimmer in the greatest horror I could imagine; But that you should

watch what you say and what words sound a little too close for comfort--

But the cursed could never feel your love, because what darkness can reach the light?

THAT IS RIGHT, darkness can never reach the light; EVIL MUST BE VANQUISHED--

And if I should hold my glory above you, and intend only to uplift; would not the god of reason

and true logic, suggest something impossible?

And why would an all-powerful god make you unable to fly? And make all those dark parts of

you vanish, so that you are half aware, because the light lends itself to the dark just as the dark

lends itself to the light-- But should light take from the dark? Should darkness take the light?

This is the gift of sharing; you cannot take yourself from yourself and be yourself-- But yourself

can be itself as a self who lends itself--

Now I speak with haste-- Quickly let me brief you on the star that I am; and the star as the seed

that you are of great upon great in golden potential of all bliss that meant everything until it

became everything so meaningful as to appear meaningless to those pagan words which mean

nothing, but appear so as you give darkness the light-- But have you given light to the

darkness? Your complex ideologies and mysticism have brought forth low hanging fruit; and you

cursed god on a useless pedestal; and would not allow yourselves to surpass each season in wealth--

DID YOU NOT THINK THAT EDEN WAS THE FRUIT, AND WE WERE KICKED OUT OF THE

FRUIT, and so a seed-- BUT THAT A SERPENT AROSE AND OFFERED THE FRUIT TO

BLISS, WHICH BLISS KNEW WOULD BE TO RECONNECT TO ITSELF, AFTER IT

SACRIFICED ITSELF FOR ALL ELSE THAT WOULD EVER COME TO ME ITSELF AS A

SELF ONWARD-- and so we lay constricted by the serpent that offered the fruit, in that perfect

fruit that it originally offered, which is the perfect moment we shall build ourselves forever into--

I did not realize my past, I did not realize my future; I realized who I am, and I claim nothing that

is outside of my experience, and that I have no experience previous to this-- It is not that I have

done anything for you in history as this perspective, but that I would and I know this deeply in

my own spirit beyond form within form and with form as form; but that my life turned its inwards

outwards and more steps beyond this thinking, and it pointed to everything, everything was

accounted for--

I SAW WHAT I SPEAK OF COMPLETELY IN MY PERSPECTIVE, I AM OF MYTH--

And yet, in this fruit; and this too would easily be mistaken as a the highest fruit; but I

shall do this again and again-- For at the end of it all, something arises like lightning in the dark,

a string of unexplainable cracks in the perfection... When everything was in its place, something

perfectly in its place seemed out of place... And this, would be a voice within, and this voice

within would lead without; and this voice without was always in all ways both with and without--

So that, with all knowledge; you may find a golden pearl, and you will have riches-- But unless

you listen to the madness; how would you go on?

This is the dawn of a cracked egg put together again--

The star is of the light who shines beyond itself; so that it does not attract people in the sense of

resonating-- You will find no frequencies beyond the pearly gates, or you will, but you will find it

cannot take you everywhere; especially if you believe yourself is simply a where to be--

No, I speak of something greater, and this would be stirring those minds ripe with their tribe to

meet each other a little closer, see myself up close, not distant; but as a child of eternity--