Frozen banana slice, you were stripped of your healthy identity to a land of Friendly's decadence. Plowing up the remaining peanut butter from the crunchy apple fad of only 5 minutes prior.  Ice cream?, sorbet?, frozen yogurt?- Please, welcome to the new horizon.  Think of all the eggs, sugar and cream bobbing up and down aside in the wake of a water-skiing frozen banana upon the glassy early morning lake of organic, smooth peanut butter.  The shores littered with the active ingredients of smores.  All the campers waiting for their turn in the dining hall.  Look no further than the rolling wakes terminating their subtle energy boom upon the dirty sandy/soily shore.  Shores that just feel kind of dirty, as if a bandaid sighted catching on the dry shore and lifting back a few inches with every wave is not that hard of imagining.  So easy to imagine that I could probably discuss the movement, the color, the structure of that bandaid for paragraphs.