Someday, in the not too distant future, I will catch up on all these back logged Bowieverse drabbles. Today, however, I will just make due with the most recent two.
No under cuts because cuts make me want to smoke cigarettes, a habit I kicked two years ago.
You Feel So Lonely You Could Die, #36 (100 words on the first try!)
White knuckled
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