I was trying to watch Kendrick Lamars halftime super bowl show and I just don't get it ... a group of grown ups bounding around the stage, running around flanking the star who raps about cars and a stupid feud and this and that and so fast u can't understand a thing and it's all nothing much as far as I can figure and I wish it wasn't so - cause what the world needs now is clarity.

I switch to To Kill a Mockingbird. They invited Walter for dinner after Scout fought with him in the schoolyard. He asks for syrup for his meat and pours it and pours it over his dinner and Scout says what in tarnation are you doing and Atticus tells them its a sin to kill a mockingbird cause all they do is make music for us to enjoy ... they just do one thing ... they sing their hearts out for us. 

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