“It wasn’t beautiful. A Winter wedding is a union of elation and depression, red velvet blankets in a cheap motel room stained with semen from sex devoid of meaning, and black mold clinging to the fringe of floral shower curtains… — Lucas Regazzi Copy Share
“It wasn’t beautiful. A Winter wedding is a union of elation and depression, red velvet blankets in a cheap motel room stained with semen from sex devoid of meaning, and black mold clinging to the fringe of floral shower curtains like a heap of dead forevers. You sat down at the foot of the bed, looking at me like I… — Lucas Regazzi Copy Share
“I wanted to tell you that it’s my birthday on Thursday and I would have wanted you to give me the gift of your… — Lucas Regazzi Copy Share Image
“Perhaps you’re fascinated by the contours of my cheeks with skin like bed sheets that hide all of the complexities of what’s underneath, and… — Lucas Regazzi Copy Share Image
“You’re not doing well and finally I don’t have to pretend to be so interested in your on going tragedy, but I’ll rob the… — Lucas Regazzi Copy Share Image
