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I’m just the reporter. I’m the one who’s typing the words, the little black print. I’m not the one living the words. I’m not the one the words are about, the one who’s accomplished something, or the one who’s done something worthy of being mentioned. I’m not that person. I’m never that person.

I’m just the reporter.

Posted By kf On 05.30.2012 @ 10:37 pm

fragrance is smell. it can be pleasant or not. flowers, spices, and people bring about different fragrances. it can bring memories or thoughts to your mind. take time each day to stop and smell the roses.

Posted By KF On 02.08.2011 @ 11:54 am

I wish I could eat a large lollipop on top of a mountain, replete with snow and candy floss to which my feet stick like flies on flypaper. Could not imagine a better lookout than cherry-flavoured lollies.

Posted By kf On 12.10.2008 @ 10:39 am

wrapped around my head as i drove the highway in my convertible jaguar

Posted By kf On 07.17.2008 @ 11:36 am

sitting in a cloverfield eating some milky duds and waiting for the cow to look at me with doughy eyes. “i made those,” i imagine it thinking. “you’re eating my milk.”

could the clovers allow the cow to see into my brain? possibly. possibly. i am not thinking clearly until i’m in the field.

Posted By kf On 11.07.2008 @ 1:00 pm