Clara Seigla is a filth wizard from the deep south and is currently subsisting on a diet of peanut butter, dried bees, and hair. Occasionally reaching into the æther, Clara vibrates their uvula by dampening and undampening their larynx, calling forth computers, dried blood, faecal matter, pus, and occasionally actual art supplies. With these simple tools Clara aims to shit out content as unenthusiastically as they can. Clara is averse to most things and holds the belief that exposition is the death of art. Except in movies. I mean, have you seen David Fincher’s work?

Roll yourself in chum and throw your aching, lonely carcass into the sea, here:

Or haunt catholic priests by sending them misleading messages from God, here: [email protected]