That's right, Leninade.

During lunch at Famima today (I went there to commemorate the conglomeration of Paisley, Ally and Katie in Tokyo) I stumbled upon this little gem:

That's right, Leninade. Some key quotes from the bottle:
A Taste worth standing in line for!
Get Hammered and Sickled!
Drink Comrade, Drink! It's this or the Gulag!
A Party in Every bottle!
Surprisingly satisfying simple Soviet Soda

Oh, soda inventors, what marvel will you come up with next?!


A poem.

A retired general said
"the beautiful thing about it"
discussing war.
We were making "progress"
in our war effort.
"The appropriate time to launch the bombers"
pierced the A section with artillery as
"awe" huddled in a corner
clutching its small chest.
Someone else repeated, "in harm's way,"
strangely popular lately,
and "weapons of mass destruction"
felt gravely confused about their identity.
"Friendly" gasped. Fierce and terminal.
It had never agreed to sit beside fire, never.

Naomi Shihab Nye



Boys and girls in America have such a sad time together; sophistication demands that they submit to sex immediately without proper preliminary talk. Not courting talk — real straight talk about souls, for life is holy and every moment is precious.

Jack Kerouac, On the Road

(via Even Cleveland)