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The Gist:


I’m a bit of a paradox.


Equal parts mayhem and list maker.


Growing up they used to call me "clay," short for Claire... but also a nod to my shapeshifting abilities. 

Just wad me into a ball, throw me into some chaos and I'll adapt, absorb, transform. 

Reason To Be: 

I roam the earth in search of satiation for my weirdly divided brain. 

Zombie-esque I guess. 

Advertising seems to do the trick. Just enough right and left brain to tide me over until breakfast. 

What's Next? 

Well, I suppose that parts up to you... pinch pot? food for thought? 

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