dbot🤖

anyone can cook

recently it’s been hitting me hard how aggressively attentive & pursuitful u gotta be to your life preferences. otherwise years can just slip by unnoticed

was viscerally prepared to hate every song on that summit album after goofy ahh WHERE DO WE GO WHEN THE LIGHTS GO OUT but honestly the rest of the singles are gas

Many will not want to hear this but "taste" is just g with sufficiently varied training data. Steve Jobs had "taste" because he was like +3SD IQ and trained on calligraphy class and being homeless smoking weed in India or whatever. Meanwhile his IQmatch now microdoses amphetamines to narrow the training set and ends up "dronemaxxing" at CitSec with a great transcript. Sorry chud the flunker will get the cake this time

A second chance. Ball up top!!

Find the one who is a little clingy in the clean way. The kind who is excited you exist. The kind who keeps showing up with both hands. Life is too short for love that clocks in and checks boxes. Morning at 7:12 they text first because they woke up thinking your name. Not a speech. A photo of the sky from the bus. A crooked bagel. A stupid joke you laugh at in the kitchen with one sock on. They do not make you hunt for proof. They hand it over. Here. I like you. Still. Healthy clingy is not possession. It is presence. It is the coat over your shoulders at 19:03 when the wind cuts. It is a charger that appears before your phone dies. It is knowing your coffee order and still asking just to hear you say it. It is a calendar invite titled Your win today with a heart that looks embarrassed. It is eagerness that does not corner you. It is touch that asks and waits. It is I miss you said softly, then space enough to breathe. Unhealthy clingy drips like syrup and sticks where you do not want it. Healthy clingy is a warm towel. On. Off. Your choice. It knows doors. It loves your no and does not punish your pauses. It hears your boundaries and treats them like furniture, not obstacles. It wants to be near because near feels good, not because far feels like death. You will know them by their small greed for your joy. You say I got the interview and they go louder than you. They make dinner at 21:18 and burn the rice because they keep stopping to kiss you. They clap for the ugly draft because it means you are in the ring. They save the screenshot where you looked scared and brave and put it in a folder called Keep. They brag about you to a stranger at the pharmacy who only asked where the bandages are. You will know them by the way they handle your bad weather. You shut down. You go gray around the edges. They do not knock with a megaphone. They place a glass of water within reach and sit on the floor anyway. They say you can talk or I can sit here and breathe with you. They love the version of you that is beautiful and the version that is a pile of laundry on the chair. They do not flinch. They change the light bulb. They lock the door from the inside. They stay. Bored love performs chores. It sighs about rides from the airport and reminds you of miles and favors. Excited love brings a paper sign with your name in terrible handwriting and turns the car heater to your number without asking. Bored love schedules you like a dentist. Excited love stacks Tuesdays with small golden coins and calls them ours. Bored love tolerates. Excited love participates. Pick the one who texts leaving now and then actually leaves now. Pick the one who remembers the allergy and the last song you cried to. Pick the one whose face changes when you walk into a room, not because they need you to fix them, but because they are happy to see you. Pick the one who kisses your forehead like it is a receipt that proves they were here and paid attention. This kind of cling does not shrink you. It makes more room. It lets you run your laps and still wants you sweaty. It turns the bed into a harbor instead of a stage. It asks how can I carry a corner of your day. It does not keep score. It keeps time. The rhythm speeds up when you laugh and slows when you are careful. It never uses love as a leash. Life is short. Short like a bus pulling away when you are at the curb. Short like your grandmother’s laugh on a video you watch twice a year. Short like the stretch between 18:09 and 18:13 that held the entire argument and the entire repair. Do not waste it with someone who treats affection like a duty. Pick the person who acts like they found a good song and are always scooting over to put a headphone in your ear. Let them be a little clingy in the holy way. Let them hold your wrist gently in the crosswalk. Let them wave from the window ridiculous and proud. Let them stand too close in the grocery aisle while you pick apples like small planets.

@DMVUofficial Interesting thanks for the answer! Who was this one in response to?

@dbot__ Not a dumb q! A producer will make a short track and call out 1 or a handful of other producers to make a track in retaliation. Usually 24 hours is the amount of time you have to respond. Just a fun little competitive Aspect to music production. It used to be more common but it

Speaking of freaky 140, I have this war dub I made a little while back. I think it might be time to throw this out for a free download soon

Nothing more beautiful than putting something out into the world

@HermitudeMusic ME

Quick q. How many of y'all want some new music? We're tryin to see something

@villagersound ❤️❤️❤️ you are incredible never forget it

man i work my ass off for this shit and you guys do not engage whatsoever. honestly kind of over it. music has not been kind to me. i hope you guys understand, i literally do everything, producing, directing, editing, all of this is to make you happy and make things that you will like but ima peace out if i don’t get some fucking support soon.

it’s seriously out of my control

fucked up that the best cocktail is just gin mixed with tonic name a better cocktail, you can’t

great paradox of nyc is that it’s full of workaholics but you can only truly enjoy it if you’re a little unemployed

@Bagalert401 Too much yap not enough booty shaking

Stussy I love you but that was the WORST Brooklyn Storehouse crowd I’ve ever witnessed

@thisiszinger disclosure id

This one, what’s it called?

i don’t say this lightly but chris lake was gobsmacking

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What an absolute pleasure ❤️!