/jp/ - Otaku Culture

Lion, power of my life, fire of my coins. My strength, my shares. Li-ouh-nnn: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Li. Ouh. Nn.

She was Li, plain Li, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one stocking. She was Lipo in sacks. She was LiThi at CR2032. She was LiCo on the MSDS. But in my company she was always Lion.

Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lion at all had I not loved, one summer, a certain initial reduction-oxidation. In a beaker by the galvanometer. Oh when? About as many centures before Lion was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a scientist for a fancy prose style.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the alkalines, the maganese dioxide, primary, single-use alkalines, envied. Look at this tessallation of titanates.