The Tel Aviv Voodoo Doll
here's me, and i'm sitting on a round couch living life. i am next to some homeless looking dudes in what seems to be an underdeveloped section of an an art museum. we are discussing a topic that is very typical for that kind of setting ‐ ramen broth.
i go heat up something in the microwave oven and...there is my tel aviv voodoo doll siting in there. what is it doing there? i heat up some soup after i take it out, and i went to check on it and the soup bowl is gone, and the tel aviv voodoo doll is back in there and covered in soup.
and then the news comes on. the capital city absolutely devastated by a torrent of warm broth, citizens barricading themselves in futile attempts to avoid the deluge.
my fault!
flash forward to what seems to be me, walking home from a high school homecoming dance, i'm a freshman now. my (completely fabricated) date and i are together, kol and her date walk with me. a fence has strangely appeared blocking the road to my house, my date and i scale it.
and then comes the gunner.
racing to our position in a black sedan, he grabs me, my date and kol (no word on her date) at gunpoint and stuffs us three into his car and takes off. what was before a mere half block over the fence to my house now seems like miles as we race at 140+ MPH, wondering what will become of us? will we be forced into indentured servitude, killed, given to some other thug? we are horrified.
space contracts and he stops in front of my house, forcefully pushing me and kol out in front my house, feeling free to take my date with him. seemingly as compensation for the trauma we were put through, the glove box exploded into 4000 gold pieces. then and there i'm wondering what awful fate my date that night will face in the future.
but then kol looks at me i return the look. and my date is forgotten.
this origin story is among the more memorable of the ones i've literally dreamt up in past years. evidently the truth of kol's beginnings is too boring when it is missing racing in a kidnapper's sedan at death defying speeds.
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הייתי צוללת עכשיו למים
הכי, הכי עמוקים
לא לשמוע כלום
לא לדעת כלום
וזה הכל אהובי, זה הכל.