In Search of #6 ~ A travelogue and memoir written and performed by Damon Timm; available as an audiobook podcast (podiobook) in iTunes or on your feedreader.
Wherein Ben and Damon admit to both themselves and their higher power that their addiction to eggs has disrupted the normal flow of their lives and that they must, through a series of post-prandial meetings, recover; they also continue to ride their bicycles.
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A conspiracy or spamming glitch: it seems you all have combined to write 57 more comments than I have written posts. I am ashamed. Though you may try and write as many comments as you can, but I have written 102363 more words than everyone here put together. Keep typing. You'll get there one day.
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Comment by damon arishea timm
July 20, 2006 @ 1:51 am | Link
so let’s just say you aren’t they only damon timm out there. As creepy as that is, I also play music. If it doesn’t get creepier than that, i am also not black. That last part is just a guess, however I figure it to be true … damon …
Comment by Damon
July 20, 2006 @ 6:26 am | Link
Though I am quite fond of “Damon”, I must admit that Arishea is much cooler.
When I was young I complained to my mother of not having a middle name and, when pressed for one, she dubbed me Damon “Aloysius” Timm (which is one of James Joyce’s middle names — which I find ironic). So, Arishea, we share the same quasi-middle-initial as well (if you can even call it that).
I think this new interest in bringing Damon’s together is fascinating; more must be done to foster this growth. I will get on it immediately.
I like Damon Timm’s making music, as well. I plan to investigate your tune-age and record label soon.
Comment by The Great Arturo Bandini
July 21, 2006 @ 6:04 pm | Link
My name isn’t Damon Timm (though god knows, I’ve spent nights when I wished it was!), but I hope that I’m allowed to partake in discussion of this chapter.
You didn’t go to school! Crazy… and yet it explains… everything. If I were given the chance to be home taught, I would have took it in an instant. However, looking back, it would have been the wrong decision.
It was only the 8 hours at day that I was either in, or travelling to or from school, that prevented me from playing with my man toy for the full 24 hours in a day. Who knows what damage this would have caused me? School gave my winkle a welcome break. It is a sad statement on the state of the British education system, that this is the only positive spin that I can put on my school years.
Lots of love
The Great Arturo Bandini, conquerer of the known crab world.
Comment by Damon
July 23, 2006 @ 7:26 pm | Link
Dear Arturo: this website is quickly deteriorating into a veritable orgy of foul language: from “man toy” to “poontang” … I am not sure what has become of my once innocent little blog about a kiss, but it is, at least, amusing.
I have long heard of your struggles with self-serviced sexual addiction and am glad that you, as well as those who know you, are aware of consequences of this vile habit. I, for one, have never felt comfortable leaving my toothbrush exposed in the bathroom since.
Passionately yours,
Damon
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