*side note, one time juliana was in guatemala and her host dad offered her some bananas and she was like, "haha, look at these adorable little tiny adorable bananas" and the banana man was like, "all of our big bananas get shipped to america" *
then when i got on the train there was a man and a boy both wearing blue and gold sneakers and both wearing desert camo army pants like little matching soldiers and i was thinking about how they start them young loving war but also, isn't it great that some people are republicans so that their offspring can be our army, because certainly i am not doing it, nor is basically anyone that i know.
i mentioned this argument to someone recently and they said, well there should not be armies because there should not be war, and in a floral world i agree that there should not be war, but then i think
wait
we are all of us simply animals and that means that we want to do this:
fight flee fuck and fucking feed
and that means that we will always war, regardless of any peaceful aspirations. well then i said goodbye to those army boys and switched to the R train, where a man was wearing a military jacket that said BFP like my friend, Benjamin France - Polonius, but when I looked it up on the Free Dictionary of Acronyms, it apparently means "Bureau of Fire Protection" in the Philippines, or "Big Fat Positive" whence referring to a pregnancy test that is positive so you are big fat pregnant.
So while admiring this gentleman's BFP coat there was also simultaneously a crazy woman who was singing a jangle and then she began to sing to me these sweet words, "You ain't naaaaa" , "You ain't naaaaa" and then I fought her and that is war.
