Desperate Old Men

Desperate old men, hiding in the darkest corner of the dark room, like starving tarantulas, waiting to pounce on the next unsuspecting meat that wanders into their territory. Their skills, horned to perfection from an age-old practice, ensure that the helpless victims, struggle as they may, are juiced dry, yet only the most horniest of all dare to venture thus far.

Desperate old men, alternating amidst the piles of copulating bodies, lending a helping hand (and often, tongue too) to further stimulate the anatomy to reach an ever-heightened pleasure. Rejection are common, but if they are lucky, these climatic events will temporarily disengage all mental processes of the occupied ones, thus allowing easy access to the heavenly bodies that are normally out of reach for them.

Desperate old men, standing since time immemorial at the open showers, like hungry vultures circling the sky waiting for their next meal, openly staring at weary bodies engrossed in the washing away of fresh evidences from passionate sessions upstairs. Visual contacts sometimes irresistibly turn more physical, but the culprits who expertly sneak a pinch or two on the buttocks are always hard to apprehend.

Desperate old men, wandering about the corridors in front of the rows of empty cubicles, like a peacock in the midst of a mating dance, waiting for eager suitors to come along, but their withering feathers have long expired their charm. Out of desperation they might coerce and pull, but outside their glittering careers and high-profile social life, they are defeated by the one thing money and success cannot buy: youth.

Desperate old men, making the last attempt to land a kill while changing into your Sunday golf attire or after office hours workout attire, and returning to your beloved family as a loving father and to your colleagues as a respectable leader. Hand over the locker keys at the counter and start recalling the outcome of an important meeting this morning, but how do you deal with the sad realisation of the long-lost appeal?

Welcome to Mirage, desperate old men. See you again next week.

A Package at Philosophy Men

"Go to KLCC, and look for Philosophy Men at Level 1. I have a package for you there. Just tell the promoter who you are."

BRAVEHEART ^[85]

四人咖啡桌

四人咖啡桌，在晚上十一时的热闹民歌餐厅里，默默上演纠缠迷离的四角关系。

我与你
迷失公园逃了你一整夜，幸好我们还是认识了。没想到一句“嗨”就足以丰富了人的记忆，让两群互不相干的人扯上了关系。

我与他
有爱无性的关系如何维持？欢迎来电查询详情。

我与她
十多年共渡的同窗同志时光，这条路还能有几个好知己。那个下午她把我拉进了Starhill的foodcourt，与我详述了她与国亮的开包事件。怎么我还是觉得她好像昨天才出道。

你与他
你与他满头乱发地从Mirage小房出来时碰到我后的尴尬神情我还记得很清楚。大家都来寻开心，何必那么在乎。

你与她
你与她传出的恋爱消息如今还是姐妹间的头条新闻。你描述在KLCC偶遇她的神情让我肯定你是真心的？

商业质询后再见。。。

伤心sauna

伤心sauna，一个不见天日的地方，在最黑暗的走廊间，角落里，无休止地重复上演着人性的放纵。

伤心sauna，一个不应有感情纠纷的地方，但情绪的波动容易让人无法自拔，只好越陷越深。

伤心sauna，一个只有性没有爱的地方，在高潮迭起的快乐时光完毕后，拾起毛巾曲终人散。

伤心sauna，就算憧憬过，期待过，快乐过，幸福过，在踏出门口后也只成了过眼云烟。

伤心sauna，星期日的下午，再来失望一次。

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反风向，你虽撑着伞
雨滴却，淋湿衬衫
为了想，将结局扭转
为了他，吃力的追赶
一路上，不放声哭喊
摇又晃，强忍不安
习惯了，你不以为然
以为爱，原本就很难
想像爱情有如一艘船
随着风你再多勇敢
也靠不了岸
把心交给海洋去保管
让它带你找寻海港的
温暖

阿桑 - 保管