"Words were all he knew; they possessed and overwhelmed him, as if they were a thousand white cats with whom he shared a one-bedroom apartment. (In fact, he did not like cats, because they could not talk and would not listen.)"
I can say, without limit or prevarication, that I want to be Sir Integra when I grow up. Integra = awesome. That's a formula, y'all. Formulas are math. And math is science. You can't argue with science.
Will definately look for you! I'm not fully cosplay-ish, but I will be sort of steampunkesque. Steampunk lite -- all the brass, half the calories.
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