fire it up, cowboy dan.

peace.

-lise.

P.s. There's one four leaf clover somewhere in the second sketch.

P.p.s. Don't try to eat them, Aly.

what people are made of.

peace.

-lise.

when I was a kid I saw a light, floating high above the trees one night.

peace.
-lise.

a quiet lament.

dearest bic pen:
emptied,
but remembered
in landscapes
of meaningful ink.



True story.

peace.
-lise.

hello darkness, my old friend.

I've come to talk with you again.

peace.
-lise.

extreme ways.

I'm so obsessed with Moby right now. BEFRIEND THE WEEKEND.

peace.

-lise.

grey ice water.