608. Skull Pressure

608. Skull Pressure from lara's hype eng vol. AM. Web player, likes, and session sync: https://lare.m-d-r-n.com/play/608 Telegram post: https://telegram.me/lara_just_in_case/703 Lyrics: [Verse 1] Facebook, twenty-five hundred, desktop screen, I built a narrative arc without trying. Responsible for other people's attention — the thesis landed clean, the structure held. I couldn't stand that Twitter shrapnel format, those meaning-scraps, those fragments, all that noise. [Chorus] Skull pressure, bleeding out through the phone, just venting what's building under the bone. Thumb-typed, thumb-typed, nobody's reading — or so it feels, so it feels. Dear readers, thank you for being here. I genuinely don't know what you get from this. [Verse 2] Now I only write from my phone, only so my head doesn't detonate. That shrapnel format I used to despise claimed me quietly, no permission asked. The audience rewires the shape of the thought. The interface rewires who you think you are. [Chorus] Skull pressure, bleeding out through the phone, just venting what's building under the bone. Thumb-typed, thumb-typed, nobody's reading — or so it feels, so it feels. Dear readers, thank you for being here. I genuinely don't know what you get from this. [Outro] I wonder what would have to happen — to the world, to my life — to get back to a narrative arc.