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Down The Mind Shaft...

...past hulking, rusting trains full of broken rocks, at the bottom where the elevator lies smashed to pieces, there are forgotten gems. The seams are gutted but in the dark a glimmer here and there betrays a little hope. We specialize in betraying hope down the mind shaft. This isn't Nihilism. Nihl was banished long ago, run out of town with his family in tow for failure to pay his mortgage. The house now wears a foreclosure sign in the colors of the local little league team.

In the town of Disarray there remains only one tourist attraction that brings in paltry tourist dollars—its museum. There alongside pickled body parts one can find orphaned graphics and shrunken potatoes that were once held against the chest to ward off the evils of the night, remnants of a time when superstition carried the day, when a fossil was a fearsome thing. But wait! They still do. Disarray though is more transgressive than those other towns that make up the continent of Out There—there is a tacit understanding amongst the citizens of this dreary place that though they may remain for ever misunderstood, they must keep speaking their minds.

Monday, December 14, 2009

Really Early Woolf-Be Gone Demon!



Just goes to show they do not get better or worse. They are simply sound bites from a strange interior universe. This one appeared in WFMU radio's print zine, LCD, in the late eighties.

Monday, November 30, 2009

Woolf in "Curtis Sniffs"


Woolf and Emilio


Woolf and Curtis


Woolf is Chopping Veggies


Woolf in A Ticking Off


Woolf meets Mirrorhead


Woolf Meets a Victim


Woolf Rift


Woolf Soup Kitchen


Woolf Fishwife


Monday, November 16, 2009

Woolf Joins the Pack


Woolf Returns to his Roots


Woolf is Free


Woolf: The Most Terrifying Place


Woolf: We Must Save The Children


Woolf: Pays a Visit to the Foster Home


Woolf: Is Beckoning...


Woolf: In His Garden


Woolf's True Colors


Woolf: Dreams he's Having Fun


Woolf: Wonders


Woolf: Is Shakin'