Del Worshim
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A silk, stoic male born electric and auto-starving to be gripped and swallowed whole by the metaphysical limelight. In the bison and brie sub phantoms of Del, this rara avis was bred fast and harsh-oiled to become one of the world's most advanced techo-disguisers ever to trudge this Rock. His nostalgic body and ramified brains have hospitalized people! Clogging the lacrymal sac of the American dream, breaking boundaries endlessly in the melon. His epilogue always awaits us, as we watch this incalculable transformation bleeding through the portal, into the beyonder. This is one for the books. Del is the new black, our next nine eleven. A true invader of normality, and the sharp nail to the eternally screaming, unscratched itch.
