Erich and Fidel just about to head out to the Eastern Bloc on 6th Street.
“come, mr. american journalist, rekindle the revolutionary fire with me.”
“watch the throne, you maoist punks.”
nic and elena sitting back and enjoying them some multilaterally developed socialist society.
it’s actually a pretty interesting book.
in his 18 years at Ray’s Family Photo & Print Co., chuck had never encountered such a resolutely dour bunch.
“what? i’m not a marxist!”
as the photo op dragged on and on, immanuel found himself wondering if the white, misshapen, faintly glowing thing he was sitting on was even a couch at all.
the revolution may have nothing to do with embroidery, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t nice to have sometimes.
grace demonstrating that, contra received bourgeois opinion, diversity doesn’t necessarily imply harmony.