Aphorisms of the Real Doll Enthusiast

The creepy aphorisms of a Japanese real doll enthusiast:

“A human girl can cheat on you or betray you sometimes, but these dolls never do those thing. They belong to me 100 percent.”

“Sometimes it takes too much time before I can have sex with the person I meet. But with these dolls, it’s just a matter of a click of the mouse. With one click, they are delivered to you.”

Does anyone else get the distinct impression that if someone created a mail-order corpse delivery service, and offered a lifetime warrantee including a new coat of paraffin every two years, that there’d be a substantial market of onely middle-aged men with a static definition of time who would happily make them millionaires?

For me, that’s the horrible future of genetic cloning: soulless with the implausible bodies of massively breasted 13 year olds, alchemically congealed in bubbling vats for the express purpose of being sold as both semen receptacles and murder dolls to the mentally sick.

Japan’s lonely hearts turn to dolls for sex, company [Reuters]