Something right

Its funny when I find out people dont like me because I'm too straightforward and too truthful and loyal.



my favorite quote is from eminem. "you got enemies? good, that means you stood up for something in your life."

So i know Im doin right :D

random bars of mine

Undo these folds, smooth out the wrinkles,
turn it to gold, stars start to twinkle,
So Im singin "twinkle twinkle little star,
Please show me just how far I may go."
But the galaxy is for eternity,

So I Don't Have Anything Spacific To Say...

But if I did I would do a real topic for a post. But since I don't I'mma gonnna waste-ah your UH TimeUH!!!!

^^^^^ I feel bad for you if you actually just read that xD

Dad...

I stumbled over your picture, I stared,
And it was like it shared, my mind flared-
up all of these memories over the few years.
Till you died, I admit dad, I cried.
Young boy, mom said you left, but i denied.
I remember arguing, tellin mom she lied.
to young to really understand, first hand.
Just tryina keep it at pretend.
Until i comprehended you dead.
Thats when my life darkened,
Last image of you is in a coffin,
that night started smokin, chokin off weed,
Siezed my brain, using the lords name in veine,
God that caused so much pain, no love gained,
I became a fiend, snortin some cocaine,
I turned mean, You woulda flipped if youd seen.
I wanted to live for you, by followin my dreams,
Thats what you woulda wanted for me. right?
Never give up, and fight, climb to new hights,
even when things get tough, chin up, no huff n puff.
But I wish yuh time wasnt up, i wish I could grew up,
with a father figure to mentor, people think imma book,
That they can look at me and read the pages,
but i only display a few, kinda like you,
you kept things true, but not everyone knew,
Im so confused, so many construed thoughts,
Its funny what one picture can do,
Funny how many memories one can bring.

This is my testimony finally being told.

The Testimony. Eric M. Marzuki

I have shared this with very few people, and those who I have told have not heard the whole story. I had skipped some stuff because I felt crazy. Like, I was a psycho who should be locked away. Everything that is said in this story really took place. It is what I saw with my own eyes, no matter how much I want to deny it all. It was too realistic.

          Around two years ago I got real heavy into cocaine and a ton of different pills. It got to the point where I had to have one or the other in my system. I became a drug addict, an abuser of both drugs and alcohol. I was mixing pills and cocaine with alcohol. I was using these substances because it helped me get away and escape reality and nightmares, at least for that time period the drugs were taking effect.

I do not recall the exact dates and times of when this all took place, but what I can tell you is that it was over a 3 day period, and during the year of 2009 in the month of July. I had awakened the first day. Of course just thinking this is another day, nothing is going to be different. I continued to where I had my bag of cocaine, and proceeded consuming it. Then opened the pill bottle containing 56 MG Concerta tablets.

I had taken roughly 700 MG in once glass of water. Skipping ahead to where my story really begins. I was sitting on my bed playing video games, and I had this funny feeling come over me as if someone was watching over me. But I just told myself I was getting paranoid from the drugs I was taking. So I thought nothing of it, and continued playing video games.

But that feeling kept coming over me, gradually getting stronger and stronger. In the corner of my eye, I caught something rather strange and abnormal. Definitely out of the ordinary in my room (which I knew very well). I took a glance to my side and saw like the television static that you would see when your cables out. But besides the fact I was seeing television static, the static formed a human bodies shape.

But I just told myself that I was hallucinating more intensely than before. So I blew it off, played it out in my head as if it was nothing again. So I continued playing my game. I heard a voice that I could not hear very well. It sounded like it was arguing saying that I would listen to him. The voices began to get louder to where I could hear words here and there. But I blacked out until the next day.

The Second day.

I woke up, thinking it was all just a realistic hallucination. I walked over to my bag of cocaine and did a few lines, then proceeded over to the bottle of concerta tablets. Again I took roughly 700 MG at once. I then go and watch television in the living room.  I once again felt like someone was watching me, but figured it was because I was beginning to get paranoid. I continue on watching television as if it was nothing.

I started seeing this black spot on the wall of the living room, and started looking at it. The black spot became this stick figure running laps around the room. I found it amusing thinking that this is a good trip. So I again blew it off thinking it was just me hallucinating from the medication dosages I had taken.

The stick figure then disappeared, and a few minutes later this shadowy form stood before me, it was saying that it could give me anything and everything I ever wanted. I ignored it thinking nothing of it. I walked to my room and sat at my computer, opened up wordpad to write up some lyrics. I was typing and then my hand started moving but I did not feel I was moving it. It typed a sentence to me saying that it was my brother (who was in a coma). The whatever it was, was saying that it was all telepathy, but in the end of the conversation it said it was the a demon. I said whatever and ignored it, again I blacked out.

Day Three.

I did the daily routine of consuming pills and cocaine, with the same dosages. This time I’m sitting at my table eating. And this full on figure stood before me, he looked like a normal person. The only thing abnormal was the fact they were in my kitchen, my house.

The person said that they were Lucifer, and that he could help me. He could give me anything I ever wanted, every dream. He could take away all the pain. All I had to do was listen to him and then say the words I want that. I want everything. He said we should talk out in the woods.

I’m still just thinking this is all a hallucination, but I am undoubtedly curious as to what was going on. So I followed this man out into the woods. He talked about all the people I had lost, and every emotion I had felt for each one of them. He said “Eric I’m not joking with you. You don’t serve being treated like this.”

We’re sitting in the middle of the woods, behind the house. No highway nearby or nothing. As I’m actually considering going with all of this. This light flying around close to the ground was flashing through the woods. It had to be the brightest light I had ever seen. As it got closer we both noticed it was an orb.

This entity that went by Lucifer was rushing me, telling me my opportunity was running out, That I needed to decide right then and there. I start feeling so rushed I could not even process any of it. The orb got closer and closer. Lucifer was immediately gone when the orb got within a few yards. It was so bright I could hardly look at it.

My eyes squinting I see my biological mother, who I do not recall in my memory. I had only seen her in pictures. And I see my adoptive father, who I knew as my real dad. I see my grandfather who died when I was 13. And I see my friend ro. All of them mourning because I was going down the wrong path. That if I kept going, I would not ever see them in heaven. I heard this voice say that it was not my time to go. That I still had time to fix things, and do right.

There was this loud bang, and this huge flash. I don’t know what happened exactly. Whether I blacked out, or this boom and flash knocked me over and knocked me out. It cold all be a hallucination because of the drugs. But it could also be a religious sign. At times I doubt both options. One time I can feel it’s a hallucination, then another time I can think it is a religious sign.

The people I’ve told feel astonished that I experienced it, that it was so awesome, and they could not believe how powerful the message must have felt. They were sympathetic for the way I had to get the message. But that I should not doubt spiritual workings in that situation.

Lalalalalalambaobamasadama

Yep, this is a post about nothing. eating baby sandwiches, fried chicken, watermelon. and LAMAS!! lots and lots of lamas. amd obama! but no a lot of obama, basically just his name, and saddama. thats not his name, but it rhymes with lama, and obama. but saddama is in a deeo accoma! and there was this tree named butch, butch cut off peoples footsies!!! and put sea salt on the stubby ankles!!!!!!!!!! and sprinkled pepper on the amputated feet, and called it fresh meat!!!!! so he sat in his sit, and began to eat!!!!! Oh MY goSH!! he had to put his clothes in his washer, so that his mother didnt know he was a canable. he also kept the basement locked, because he had a garden of dehydrated people in his basement, they dont get to much water, but they get enough to die slowly,
he was only 6 years old, and his heart was already cold, his life began to fold at age four. he also had a microwave that could fit up to two new borns and a infant!! he was always up to date with the baby cookin tech en no ology!!!!!!

Just Cracks Me Up

It's really irritating but very hilarious that people think I copied and pasted my paper. Just because it was intelligently written. If you don't know me, and only think I'm ignorant just because of the goofing off I do. whatever you wanna think think it. It doesn't change who I really am though. haha