down and out, just like that.
so let's take back all of the list making
and disregard the "oogle googles"
for the moment, replace them with the taste of bittersweet
within this analogy i guess it would be a burst of warm blood from a busted lip, seeping into taste buds.
reminding the conscience governing my brain, "you should have known your place"
seriously, if my caring punched Ellen in the face, She wouldn't feel it at all tonight.
we'll just wait for tomorrow.
she sure knows how to make these hypothetical analogies feel very literal.