When the flirt turns fake — and you bite back.
“Cookie in the Jar” is dark warehouse energy with a neon grin: industrial groove, acid sweat, and a hook that hits like a lie in reverb.
Trust no sweetness. Just the beat. 🍪💀

#techno #warehouse #urban #rave #cookiejarring #neon #club #asphalt #queer #peaktime

Cookie in the Jar

Lost in the glow — chasing signals through the noise.
Breadcrumbing never felt this loud.
Pulsing 909s, deep 808 pressure, and a whisper that cuts through neon rain.
Crumbs in Neon — where digital desire meets urban decay.

#techno #rave #warehouse #urban #breadcrumbing #neon #asphalt #club #digitaldesire #hypnotic

Crumbs in Neon

Driving tech house with tight 909s, deep groove and hypnotic bassline — metallic hats, vocal chops and a rolling sub that pulls you in like gravity. A queer-coded night pulse between distance and desire — “Stay in my orbit” echoes through strobe and sweat.
Sleek, groovy, magnetic — made for late hours.

#techhouse #club #warehouse #rave #queer #orbiting #neon #groove #urban #underground #peaktime #sunoai

Stay in my Orbit

Neon silence. Digital limbo. You’re paused — not gone.
“Bench Me” loops like unread messages at 3 AM — pure hypnotic tech groove, dark, detached, and club-ready.

#techno #urban #warehouse #benching #rave #club #queer #peaktime #asphalt #neon

Bench Me

Cold screens. Warm lies.
A soft landing for a hard truth —
you were never the only one.

Peaktime urban techno built on 909 kicks, 808 subs & neon melancholy.
A chant for everyone who’s been someone’s “backup plan”.

🎧 dark · hypnotic · emotional · queer-coded · cinematic

#Cushioning #Techno #Urban #Warehouse #Queer #Neon #Asphalt #DigitalLove #Emotional #Peaktime

cushioning

Back from the dead — and louder than ever. 🧠💀
Peaktime warehouse pressure meets acid drive and neon hypnosis.
Dark, queer-coded, cinematic — built for 4AM basements and concrete hearts.
Hit play and let the chant take over: “Back from the dead.”

#techno #warehouse #rave #peaktime #acid #industrial #dark #queer #urban #ghosting #backfromthedead #zombieing

Back From The Dead

A story of someone who ghosts, vanishes, and resurfaces like nothing happened — pressure, pulse, paranoia.
Built for strobe-lit warehouses and underwater dreams.

#techno #warehouse #rave #urban #acid #peaktime #submarining #neon #asphalt #queer #club

You dive then rise

💣 Dark. Hypnotic. Addictive.
“LOVE BOMB ME (Club Mix)” hits like a toxic confession on the dancefloor – acid stabs, 909 kicks, deep subs, and a voice caught between lust and control.
Peaktime energy for broken hearts and burning souls.

#techno #rave #warehouse #urban #queer #acid #dark #peaktime #lovebombing #club

Love Bomb Me

Lost connection. No reply.
A dark warehouse pulse about digital silence, ghosting & neon isolation.


#techno #warehouse #rave #ghosting #digital #urban #neon #asphalt #queer #peaktime #industrial #acid

ghost signal

Manipulation turns mechanical — voices echo through steel halls, commands disguised as beats.
When the drop hits, the system cracks. You stop flying for them.

#techno #warehouse #rave #industrial #dark #hypnotic #urban #mindcontrol #rebellion #flyingmonkey #club

flying monkey

Free Palestine 🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸

I write poems that bleed truth and emotion ✍🏽❤️ – and transform them into songs with the help of modern AI 🤖🎶.
My music is born at the intersection of soul and code 🧠✨, where ancient feelings meet futuristic tools 🌀🛠️.
Rooted in queerness, healing, and raw honesty 🏳️‍🌈💫, I craft sonic rituals from my own words – reshaped, reimagined, reawakened 🔁🗣️🔥.
Each track is a spell 🪄 – composed in collaboration with intelligence, both human and artificial 🤝🤍.
Berlin is my grounding point 🌆, but my voice reaches across dimensions 🌌.
Welcome to my world: where language becomes rhythm 🕊️🎵, and technology becomes a vessel for spirit 🌐🧿.

Cookie in the Jar

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