LOLSCHACH's JOURNAL: March 9, 2009:
Broken yo-yo in toy aisle. Child screaming before a painted whore of a mother shoves pacifier in mouth. Walked past Barbies with their smiling eyes and devious lips. Why do they smile? Are they proud of their sexual deviancy? Of course they are. Whores.
Turned down another aisle. Figures of Watchmen stare out blankly. Comedian, Dr. Manhattan's woman, Daniel with his soft abdomen, Ozymandias with his smug smile sculpted on his cheap plastic face, but no Lolschach, no me.
All the fanboys, with their greasy fingers, grabbed them. Of course. Going home to their mothers and their Hot Pockets. Giggling about their pornography and bitching about their video games. Left bad taste in mouth. Walked out disappointed.
What does one action figure mean against so many?
No one cares. No one cares but me.