Ramble Blog

29hours and 34 minutes…

That’s how long it took for me to get my first spam message at [old link removed]

Pretty amazing, should I go for the quick money by selling the domain?

“I was doing some searches and I saw you just registered [old link removed].

If you’re interested in making money with your new domain,
check this out:

http://(nofreeadvertisementherespammers)”

Yeah, don’t think so Doug Garrison…

“This is backed by an Inc. 500 listed company and globally
it’s growing very quickly.”

Really… backed by an Inc. 500 company? Is that supposed to make me think “Fortune 500″? Oh crap, better sign up right now with my special access code….

Wow, I just realized that most of the last few posts have been spam related… I’ll have to stop that now. But seriously… that spam poetry, what kind of random word generator decides to pop that into some pornspam….

Hershel supplants assemble jersey
inching rumen Rosella flirting
Cyril designed, herbs, lynxes
occlude porcupine.
lavatory………..
………..blossoms

gladden mediating,
woodcocks divining
Gothic airmails
Washburn disposal

Reedville blips Casey.
falling, rushing…..
sexually shrunken
decent McNally.

insensible oppression
powerless
waiting
Satanist.

chocolate Formosa.

SLEEP is now necessary

But in the meantime….

[old link removed] – brand spanking new, fun with CSS, a pad of paper, a sharpie, and a digital camera…. still in the beginning part of the beginning stages of the beginning of the site (you get the point.)

ramblewords is now a member of the nightnoise network

and I’m damn tired, good night.

subtleness supported
symbols dishonor
bubbly nationhood
Londoner guarded!!

flaps ticker seasonings
engraved bottomed invention
snifter muses cocktails
anchorage gasket goblins!!

engraved bottomed invention unequal
Luxembourg dredge slacking bruises

undertaker nines
ethnic helpless
brick cohesive farming

funnels grippingly unseen
shouter clatter despots
roaming Weidman hauled
brunt Burke absolves

waiving subfiles
screaming arclike
truer cauldrons
boredom gilded

botched electoral Guggenheim
Wednesdays trickiest!!

fasts Melbourne winker
sphere centroid
towel?

Oct 8, 1948 – Sept. 15, 2004

ok, I promise this is the last Cash lyric post for a while…. but damnit, he knew how to write them…

I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
I keep my eyes wide open all the time
I keep the ends out for the tie that binds
Because you’re mine, I walk the line

I find it very, very easy to be true
I find myself alone when each day is through
Yes, I’ll admit that I’m a fool for you
Because you’re mine, I walk the line

As sure as night is dark and day is light
I keep you on my mind both day and night
And happiness I’ve known proves that it’s right
Because you’re mine, I walk the line

You’ve got a way to keep me on your side
You give me cause for love that I can’t hide
For you I know I’d even try to turn the tide
Because you’re mine, I walk the line

I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
I keep my eyes wide open all the time
I keep the ends out for the tie that binds
Because you’re mine, I walk the line

John R. Cash, © House of Cash, Inc

Well, you wonder why I always dress in black,
Why you never see bright colors on my back,
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.
Well, there’s a reason for the things that I have on.

I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,
Livin’ in the hopeless, hungry side of town,
I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime,
But is there because he’s a victim of the times.

I wear the black for those who never read,
Or listened to the words that Jesus said,
About the road to happiness through love and charity,
Why, you’d think He’s talking straight to you and me.

Well, we’re doin’ mighty fine, I do suppose,
In our streak of lightnin’ cars and fancy clothes,
But just so we’re reminded of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought ‘a be a Man In Black.

I wear it for the sick and lonely old,
For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold,
I wear the black in mournin’ for the lives that could have been,
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men.

And, I wear it for the thousands who have died,
Believen’ that the Lord was on their side,
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died,
Believen’ that we all were on their side.

Well, there’s things that never will be right I know,
And things need changin’ everywhere you go,
But ’til we start to make a move to make a few things right,
You’ll never see me wear a suit of white.

Ah, I’d love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that everything’s OK,
But I’ll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,
‘Till things are brighter, I’m the Man In Black.

John R. Cash, © 1971 House of Cash, Inc

Feb. 26, 1932 – Sept. 12, 2003