*SA Sandfly Superfly

Posted by: Sandfly

Aug 24, 2009

'...Annnnnd comin' up on the rails among the pro photographers it's the black horse with the true amateur rider, pissing off the staged voyeurism auteurs with his rogue guerilla shots of the girls-next-door chillin' near the villain that is the Sandfly, the man of the hour with the air of great power, those dudes have envied him for so long with his sets goin' strong, lotsa things goin' on with that game he plays, he plays for keeps, tryin' ta get over (That's what he tryin' to do, y'all), taking all that he can take, gambling with the odds of fate, tryin' ta get over...Woo, Superfly' ====================================================== They/He is/are Agent Smith(s). And I may be Small Polynesian Island Soundalike Woodentop, or The , and Holy Ghost. ==================== Welcome to the Mattress. Take a pill, any colour, feed your head like the doormouse said. Feed Your Head. It's time to experience REAL voyeurism, the product of the Sandfly that is the Division Bell that turns them inside out. ==================== No were hurt in the making of this production. The only involved was rabid and behind the lens, and an insect by metaphor. No models were paid nor bullshit hired, nor situations staged to pour banality down the throats of the asnine. ======================= Here is soulfood for the erudite voyeur. Ten portions. Left empty, leave your mark and Sandfly shall splice the fishes for the thousands. Now, let's the pretty, repetitive dullness you've become used to every moooooonth, every beautifully produced, perfectly shot, perfectly manufactured time, ad ad ad ad infinitum...Heeeeeeere's Sandfly!