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first of january of a new year. the name is 2014. pretty futuristic, isn't it? the world already nuts we try hard and do our best to make a funny face and have a laugh about the madness that surrounds us on every rotten corner. One and a half decade after the early and original Boh-Boh days, London, Hoxton square and the barely known east end from whitechapel to canning town. All long ago, but the Beats stills alive. Half asleep in green striped world pyjamas. coffee. coffee. COfFee. Always the wondergun. Your friend and supporter. .. and at high doses it can make you see things. I believe so, too. old Monty Monkey. Captain_Ape and the glitter of the L.A. wonderlands. - This year is labeled for routines. What actually happens to your life and your art or whatever you do, when you follow the routines of work, i mean, when you work every day, no matter what distractions you might find and follow, when you just keep working, working every day, always, skip love and disaster, and do do do, go go go, make, create, stream, beam, glow ... what happens, when you really work your shit? That is an interesting question, don't you think? Go with routines. Go into routines. Let them take control. ... So, well, and yes, and Heureka. 2014. What a year. - I am still in the country. Haven't returned yet to the rotten noise of the big city marketplace. yet. yet. yet. More than two weeks, i abandoned myself, how long? a month? more less? woods. countryside. fields. rain. sun. early fog suffering from wetness. I take the train soon. Back back back. Into the noise. Of the city. Of the good the bad the nothing the everything the the tag, hashtag .. outline.. insideoutwoderlandsflickerstreamfuturetechnolorisms. And i will write here into this blogroll, this sheet of paper which isn't quite one. My typewriter, good old friend, still next to me. Routines, my friends, routines. writing as a routine. creating art as a routine. keeping the beat alive as routine. never stop searching as a routine. be open for new things and happenings, people and streams. as routines. ... Where do we get, if we just do our shit every day? what can be done, if we just do it? and never stop. ... routines.