dr_knownothing

my current imaginary crush consists of an ammalgamation of features: the raspy, disembodied and sexy as hell voice of one girl, the left hand of a certain right handed girl, and the blind eye of a third (it's permamently dilated, black mysterious and hypnotic). last night i had to drive 3 hours to pick up stranded friends and driving late at night through the fog all eerie tinted by the street lights it was easy to imagine that it was just me and my imaginary crush. that i went by her house said hey you don't know me but let's go! and she was enthused by the strange oppurtunity of course, her eye and hand floated down the stair case with me as we exchanged introductory pleasentries, her voice just arising from nowhere. and in the car it was all shit and giggles. long laughs trailing to a sigh. one of those conversations that just goes on and on, that seems like it could go forever and ever, spilling out the cracked car windows to hang by the road, waiting to hitch a ride with a car full of people too akward to talk, but more likely a good christian trucker (they always give rides "you better be careful out here, you never know what crazy ass is gonna pick you up. good thing i came along. hey chief, have you heard the good news of the lord?"). and at some point our hands brush on the conviently tiny arm rest, the near invisble hairs on our hands touching lightly, we draw the moment out to savor it before our fingers start to play. and though we know our love can never be connsumated, it's okay. holding hands, talking endlessly looking in eyes (even ones blinded by freak chicken wire accidents) with someone you can never have is the purest form of love anyways. if i ever see a ghost hitchhiker i'd be so happy to giive them a ride.

and i realized my ideal occupation would be to just do good deeds all day long...