Weclome to the world of Cheef Leech Keeper! To make life easier, we'll now be referred to as CLK.
CLK is an idea born of repeated defeat. After the umpteenth veto of our ideas, we decided that failing is our forte and we should embrace it. Instead of subscribing to what society tells us to think, we decided to take our own path.
Failure is our foundation. We’ve laid the groundwork with our inadequacy and have opted to build upon it. Our rejection has turned into us being the rejecters.
MISSION STATEMENT
CLK is dedicated to combating fresh technology-based nonsense with fresh humanity-based nonsense. Our goal is to encourage knowledge, creativity, and ability through absolute absurdity.
WHO IS CLK?
CLK is a few persons in one Keeper. There is the mysterious main character CLK, but also the organization. It’s like when a band shares the same name as its frontman.
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WHAT WE DO
A little of this and a little of that is the spotlight of CLK (we get bored doing the same stuff on repeat). One-of-a-kind art is a focus, delving into the realm of mixed media through soft sculpture, hand renderings, written word, performance, and the like.
We want to create for you, inspiring a like-minded hub where our friends can share themselves with us. Favoring fun and exciting over prefab and dull, some of our products intertwine, allowing customers to discover commonalities and mutual backstories with each other’s buys.
You’ll find series of themes and concoctions. We have secrets and surprises in our hand-packed orders. Services are available, too. Mishmashing miscellany with hodgepodges, we’ll constantly be trying new and incidental ideas. If it isn’t offhand and unconventional, we want no parts of it.
Also, we do poor quite well—we’re talkin’ really well. Some of our items are made from rejected garbage, just like us! Modern people call this “upcycling”, but we prefer to call it “desperation”. At CLK, we aren’t starving artists per se, since in order to starve you need stomachs and we long ago sold ours on the black market to pay the bills. Now we’re almost out of organs, and this business is our last resort.
Plus, we keep leeches.