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extract from "the raw shark texts". brilliant new novel by Steven Hall

Hall, S. 2007
The raw shark texts.
canongate.
p.25

My heart was deep space and my head was maths.

Every single cell in the human body replaces itself over a period of seven years. That means there's not even the smallest part of you now that was part of you seven years ago.
Everything is changing.
In the early days of my second life i noticed how the shadow of a telegraph pole would inch between the gardens of two houses across the street - from 152 to the garden of 150 - over the course of several hours, from lunchtime to evening. After watching this a few times i did the maths: the shadow movement from one garden to the next meant that both houses, the telegraph pole, the street, all of us, had travelled one thousand, one hundred and sixty miles around the earth with the turning of the planet. We'd also travelled about seventy-six thousand miles through space around the sun in the same period and much further as part of the wider spiralling of the galaxy. And nobody noticed a thing. There is no stillness, only change. Yesterday's here is not today's here. Yesterday's here is somewhere in Russia, in a wilderness in Canada, a deep blue nowhere out in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. It's behind the sun, it's deep in space, hundreds of thousands, millions of miles left behind. We can never wake up in the same place we went to sleep in. Our place in the universe, the universe itself, it all changes faster and faster by the second. Every one of us standing on this planet, we're all moving forwards and we're never ever coming back. The truth is, stillness is an idea, a dream. It's the thought of friendly, welcoming lights still shining in all the places we've been forced to abandon.

stone sour - omega

What a skeletal wreck of a man this is
Translucent flesh and feeble bones
The kind of temple where the whores and villains try to tempt the holistic tones
Running rampant with free thought to free form, in the free in the clear
And the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a laundrymat to sift and focus
On the bigger...better...now...

We all have a little sin that needs venting
Virtues for the rending and laws and systems and stems that riff from the branches of office
Do you know what your post entails?
Do you serve a purpose? or purposely serve?

Wind down inside adivistic galore
The value of a summer spent and a winter earned

For the rest of us there is always sunday
The day of the week that reeks of rest but all we do is catch our breaths
So we can wade naked into the bloody pool
And place our hand on the big black book
To watch the knives zig zag between our aching fingers

A vacation is a countdown
T-minus your life and counting
Time to drag your tongue across the sugarcube and hope you get a taste

What the fuck is all this for?
What the hell's going on?
Shut up!

I could go on and on, but let's move on...shall we?

Say, you're me and I'm you and they all watch the things we do
And like a smack of spite they threw me down the stairs
Haven't felt like this in years
The great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse
Let me go and plundge me into the dead spot again

Thats where you go when there's no one else around
It's just you, and there was never anyone to begin with, now was there?

Sanctimonious pretentious dastardly bastards with their thumb on the pulse and a finger on the trigger

Classified my ass, that's a fucking secret and you know it
Government is another way to say...better...than...you...

It's like ice but no pick, a murder charge that wont stick
It' like a whole other world where you can smell the food but you cant touch the silverware...what luck
Fascism you can vote for...isnt that sweet

And we're all gonna die some day, cause thats the american way
And I've drunk too much and said too little
When you're gaffer taped in the middle, say a prayer, say a phrase, get yourself together and...

See what's happening

Shut up
Fuck you, fuck you

Im sorry I could go on and on
But its time to move on...so...

Remember..
You're a wreck
An accident, forget the freak you're just nature
Keep the gun oiled and the temple clean, shit snort and blaspheme
Let the heads cool and the engine run
Because in then end everything we do...
Is just everything we've done

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