Only in your mind. Only in your dream. Only in between. Reality and interweb fantasy. A myth from the space between moments, from the matrix you fear and the virtuality depravity you crave.
A view from the limbic core, from the universal reptile of our deepest consciousness, not one man but the eyes of all, flitting across the decades - eternal, electronic egotistical subversion of our post-modern mythologized metrosexual banalities...
Sandfly is REAL. Sandfly is OUT THERE. In the back o' beyond.
Sandfly is your excuse for lasciviousness, your reason for self-loathing; Sandfly is honest, unabashed, unfettered joy, free of the restrictions of moral platitudes, free of the condescention of conformist cunts.
Sandfly is the only true lie.
I will see you again. Motherfuckers.