in obombaland without obomba every sunday all day sunday we are favored with the relentless throb of machined bass beast and there is no escape. a big pillow will soften the democratic noise a degree, (but not is if you could sleep) and the waves and auto stream mute it at pebble beach, but otherwise, no rest for righteous and wicked alike in this here obomba-flown hood. we are all in this together (except obomba, he's gone, we don't know where). and the beat goes on, sanctuary or no.

p.s. if you can't beat them, drown them out. i put on the battles, gloss drop, and a sort of equilibrium is maintained, at least in my head if not the hood.