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|Ziggy Stardust Fiction|
by Baby Jenks
A/N: God, I wish I was his lipstick...
Rating: PG (Wow, a David Bowie fic rated PG...)
He loves me best.
Almost every day now, when he's done pulling on his spandex, he reaches for "me", out of all of the other tubes of lipstick in the drawer. "I" am the one to kiss him when there are thousands of fans outside, waiting for him to sing. He trails me over his lips, staining them ruby blue. But when he puts me away, I'm not so popular. Since he "is" such an exceptional beauty, all the other tubes of lipstick badmouth me when I am placed back in the drawer.
But they are only jealous.
One night I woke up and another tube was touching me on my tip, where he touched me. That really freaked me out. I mean, yes, of COURSE he's an extremely sexy man, but you have to draw the line SOMEwhere. Now I sleep with one eye open. But I'm getting worried. He dosen't put me on much, anymore. Or any of the other tubes. I heard from an eyeshadow compact that his hair isn't even red anymore!!!
That man is in here again, and he's...PUT HER DOWN!!!
He's THROWING ALL OF US INTO A BOX, THE TRASH CAN!!!!!!!!
LET ME GO!!!!!
He's going to throw me-
"SAVE ME, DAVID!!!!!"
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