I'm really sleepy atm, but I can't.... you know.... sleep?

My lips, followed closely by my debonair charm.

I'm joking, my debonair charm is pretty lame, actually.

I was in the waiting room,
The secretary was wearing a shirt with teddy bears on it,
she asked me to take a seat.
I sat down and flipped through Vanity Fair;
the pages smell like old woman.
The doctor says he'll be right with me.
The lady next to me is breast-feeding her baby.
The man in front of me has his eyes closed,
I suppose afraid of catching a gaze.
Why?
Why is he avoiding them?
Maybe God brought him here.
Maybe he needs to be cured of his gaze-fear.
Is everyone brought here by his machinations?
Is he trying to give us all a sign?
Or do we all just have runny noses?

Lateralus - Tool