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That's What You Read: July 2012
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I've been working and worrying so much that my vision is clouded with future fears and present states of being. So I shake my head and toss my worries aside! There I can almost see something moving! A light. A crack—big enough for a thought of a finger to pick through the layers of dust that have formed a thick crust that crumbles with finger flicks. Pushing my head through, it appears that I am peeking out of the middle of a cliff! I seem to have stopped falling and am just standing on the empty air.
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That's What You Read: Spitting Worms
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There's nothing you can do about it now. The venom! Makes you see double double. It's inside your eyes eyes! Now you have two little worms inside your mind that will spend their whole lives looking for each other. Unless! You still have time to cross your eyes and hope that they find each other before your venom-tears dry up. If it was a success, then your thoughts will become flooded with a million baby worms and you'll suddenly feel a wave of nostalgia for these words. It will look like firewords!
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That's What You Read: August 2011
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Should I stay upset or should I just let it go? The choice seems obvious obvious obvious! Yet I can't seem to see anything but the reasons I'm upset. You have no reason not to! What's done is over. That's it! And all these reasons are dead which I have been dragging around all day—. Dead weight dragging—. As I let them go and drop them. And walk away feeling lighter. Now go wash your hands you dirty man. And smile smile smile! That's What You Read. That's What You Read. Read more of Mark's writing at.
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That's What You Read: Dispatch from Inside the Internet
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Dispatch from Inside the Internet. I was planted inside this website just two days ago, and already I'm overwhelmed by all the windows that have opened up to me. When I peek out of them, I see people like you staring down at me, making faces while they read. Then SLAM! They close the window abruptly, and leave me in the darkness with the ghost of the last look on their face to haunt me. It dances in the corners, and follows wherever I look. Eventually, it wears off. Spooked. That's What You Read.
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The Nowhere Special: Comparing My Writing To That Of Dave Eggers
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Comparing My Writing To That Of Dave Eggers. While house-sitting this weekend, I poked around a bookcase and found a small book of short little stories by Dave Eggers ( How The Water Feels To The Fishes. 1) I write close-up. I realize that I don't often write in third person because I feel further away from the visual of the story. I like to read the way the author sees, and far away characters feel too far away to me. 2) Song and dance. 3) What you see is what you hear. Read more of Mark's writing at.
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The Nowhere Special: I Need Your Eyes
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I Need Your Eyes. I need your eyes for a moment. I need you to take them out of their sockets and roll them around in these words, really roll them around, grind them into this and that and these and those and smash them into eye-popping ovals. Flatter! They’re not eggs! They won’t burst! I was wrong. Sorry about that. Read more of Mark's writing at. That's What You Read. By Something, I Mean Nothing. Thoughts Turn Into Soup. The Portland Zoo - Part 2. The Portland Zoo - Part 1. I Need Your Eyes.
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The Nowhere Special: Shiver Me Timbers
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Stop looking at the forest through the trees. Look up or down or something, and find your way through. Climb a tree and go up—pull branches with your hands down towards the ground under your feet and push everything below you, branch after branch getting smaller and softer the more you pull and press and step and rest—pausing to glimpse the changing world view. It's been replaced with a field of evergreen grass! It sways in the wind for miles, shivering in the sun. Shivering? That's What You Read.
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The Nowhere Special: A Figurine Of Speech
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A Figurine Of Speech. Serious writers have to answer questions about where they get their inspiration and how long it took them to write their masterpiece. How long did it take? I don't believe you! That's not the answer I was looking for. Give me something that I want to hear. A year! Yes That's better. A year and maybe a few months more. Time well spent on a book that is a whopping forty-eight pages. Forty-eight! Forty-eight in a year? Falling on the rocks! How do serious writers get inspired? All the ...
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The Nowhere Special: There Is A Person In Pittsburgh
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There Is A Person In Pittsburgh. There is a person in Pittsburgh who is going to read these words and know that I am writing to them personally. I don't know their name or their personality, or even them personally, but I do know that when that person reads this, they will exclaim, "That's me! Read more of Mark's writing at. That's What You Read. By Something, I Mean Nothing. Thoughts Turn Into Soup. The Portland Zoo - Part 2. The Portland Zoo - Part 1. I Need Your Eyes. There Is A Person In Pittsburgh.
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That's What You Read: Spring In The Grass
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Spring In The Grass. That's What You Read. That's What You Read. Is the second in a series of book blogs written by Mark Searcy. The writing flows, and grows, and slowly turns into a book right before your eyes, over time. Read more of Mark's writing at. By Something, I Mean Nothing. Spring In The Grass.
