If I had a quarter for every time I threw away a dollar it would not be worth it to throw away a dollar.


An old woman with bottomless glassy blue eyes and topographic face lines tells me, "Hurt is the threshold of joy."

We now have a blog

Here the kloons will share their stories of adventure and betrayal, love and lust. Through poetry and other rhyming schemes they will take you on a voyage through the deepest caves and highest valleys only to be swept away into a catacomb of sacred light. This was, this is, and this will be...

The Kloons Blog.