artist of my moment: jeff mcmillan

thanx to brendan for telling me about a new artist i really like :)
jeff mcmillan.

dont forget to sell your soul

i found this little paragraph/poem of sorts in adbusters beside a picture of a power wheels escalade in a zellers or a walmart or whatever it is... starting to get to them younger and younger... next thing you know babys will pop out of the womb crying not for a mothers love and her warm life giving breasts, but for an ipod, and a cellphone...

here's the paragraph that i was telling you about though...

Bow down and worship all those sacred shrines of our "advanced" civilization. Our golden gods under golden arches rubbing elbows with out living legends on silver screens. Bow down and worship the strip mall overtaking the trees. Bow down and worship our prayer altar of disposables. Let us pile them higher and higher so that we might just reach the heavens with all that we have bought and discarded, all that we have wasted, all that we have destroyed. all our treasures we kneel before each day that fill our landfills and empty our souls.

classroom boy

Dear classroom boy,

i like your funny remarks, and i think your skinny jeans and black band t-shirt make your attitude stand out just that much more. i was quite entertained by how you took a smoke break that was twenty minuts longer than the break the class was given. oh, and i really liked that despite the way you act like you dont give a crap about this class, you are really really serious and contribute really insitefully to the descussions, and the teacher likes you which is also funny... but who couldn't. just becuase she's a middle aged english professor doenst mean she doesnt have a sence of humor or suddenly cant gage when some one is charming. its really the fact that your a reble... but your not dumb... and in class... in class you really get it... i know that you do... becuase i get it too... but then again im good at english... im good at seeing things for what they are. the way your hair sweaps across your eyes all dark like coffee thats been on the burner all day, its good. you needed a little mystery, you wouldnt be able to pull off the rebel look with out it... becuase your eyes tell too much when you look at people, even when your not looking i can read them like the books and poems we talk about in class. you put your hoodie on now, with the hood up of course, but not strait over your head just to the middle... very emo of you. it casts a good shadow on your face it defines the line your cheeks not chisled but still slightly defined, there is a simple quality of your face and it really is quite attractive, with its gentle flushed cheaks. i try not to look over at you too often becuase when i do your looking over at me... it makes me blush... and i dont know if its becuase your stareing or if its becuase im stareing and you've noticed... im not looking at you anymore now... but i can see you in the corner of my eye... your looking at me... so i have to look.. you held my gaze a bit then smiled and looked at the clock as if it was your intention to act bored all along... really, its not that i want to know everything about you, i dont know if i even want to know you at all... mostly i like not knowing you becuase i can put my own thoughts to your face, becuase i can make up my own ideas when you look at things with that quizical smile, and becuase if i catch you looking over at me its cute... and i can think whatever i want to think about it at that moment, weather its true or a lie, i like to think that i know what you would say becuase i see your face and in the same way, you see mine...