… I Am, Selfie contemplating Kendrick Lamar

Shoveling our own sh*t out of the way is quite a load. It’s difficult to remain planted, as in both of our Goody two-shoes firmly grounded at all times. When devious addiction to crippling attachment, accusatory blame, or all levels to layers of humiliation race amuck we’re swept into a flurry of floundering. But, the investigation of exhuming the facts breeds the nuggets of development compulsory for transfigurating the math of equating our utmost evolution…