Backpack sings like a bird. He’s a person with the darndest name and he knows it. Blue’s his favorite color and he likes flirting with the girls. Backpack’s backpack has unicorns in them and they burst oranges with green whipped cream when he sings. It goes great with ice-cream. This was all backpack’s dream; a once in a lifetime experience as a human.
school books and carrying them around. chris webby go back is off of teenage mutant nija rapper, my bro says his bag is heavy but i think its just cause hes a bitch and doesnt lift. o.f. what i represent.
Heavy and uncomfortable. Girl scouts, especially their leaders, are supposed to have superhuman properties ( as there are no men around). I am a feminist, right? But there are facts of life. Men ON AVERAGE are physically stronger than women. Moral: Gender-separated camping trips are evil.
these are very good things to have, they are ideal if you would like to travel, or if you want to have something to put your school text books in. some are comfy, some are not. some are expensive, some are not. some are for fashion, some are for durability.
preschool up until the fifth grade, what kind of backpack i had was a HUGE deal. i had to have the coolest one, with the coolest characters or designs. and my lunchbox absolutely had to match. i was a nerd.
oh the things one can do if all they possess is a backpack…the possibilities are endless there are no boundaries there are no limitations just freedom.
I wonder what life would be like if I could live out of my backpack.. Just go. Just walk for miles and miles; seeing, feeling, thinking, living. All of my things wouldn’t fit into a backpack.. Why do we need so many things to begin with? Maybe I should consolidate my world to fit into a single backpack.
The backpack felt heavier and heavier the higher he came on his path to the top of the mountain. And as well as the weight the smell started to get unbearable. Why did dead bodies have to rot so fast?
backpack is somwhat a tool that you can carry on your back. why a tool because it can be used for work to help you carry other tools :) oh my god this is stupid. bato. Bosnia.
Her brain was like an over stuffed backpack, crammed with the day’s lessons, dozens of conversations, reunions with old friends, writing snippets and snatches, songs left unsung and the throb of sleep deprivation. Where was she going to put the sympathy for her drunken brother’s mishaps? Likely back out on the porch, right next to his punk ass.
How many days had it been now? Not too many. Three. Four. But food was down to a few lame power bars, most of my clothes were wet, and I still didn’t know where I was.
I’ve smeared it with paint. It’d black fabric underneath had just seemed so dull, so I had brandished a wide-brushed paint brush and slashed it with color. Now it seems too bright.
Well backpack is something really useful while traveling. put your shit in the bag and just move outa the house. i like to have so many things while i travel that i cant feel content by having one backpack full of clothes and accessories. its cool though.
She wore a back pack everywhere she went. Her whole life was in there, along with her beer. She was known as Grandma Back pack because she was never without the backpack. She even went to jail with the back pack. I wll never forget Grandma Backpack and her stories.
I jumped off the old rusty train, dust kicking up amongst the mobs of people. The smells, the smoke, the dust. So dirty. I threw my backpack over me and trundled through, with no destination in mind. Alone. Silent. Observing. The heat of the day pushing onto me. High noon. It would be a long one.
little black backpack steez is like mike henderson who went crazy after they found diseases in his mind and he didnt want to believe it. im sorry man. wish i were there. you can blow the trumpet though ill love you for that
School, interesting topic as I emerge back in the world of work today at the university within a different but parallel capacity. backpack can also demonstrate the things we carry with us on a daily basis and similar to children, we fail to every really remove things unless requested by others. I wonder how would our lives evolve if we became present and conscious of what we packed and selected to unpack independently. How much more balanced would our lives be
My best friends lover. Carry a backpack, the addictions inside. Untold lies, and secrets. Carry them with you till you die. Till they catch you. Deal them, through your hands obsessions, connections, like the cell on your neck. I hate you. You’re deadly. Deal away, from her and my life.
i use my backpack when i go in missions, i travel all over the world, on adventures! i keep all the necessities inside- like dora the explorer and boots!
All three of my kids left this week on trips…two to Prague (on separate trips) and one to Slovakia. And all three have their backpacks! They are filled to the brim with all they’ll need for their adventures. What a handy invention the backpack is! They’re all traveling by train, bus and metro, thus the backpack is even handier – no lugging around a big suitcase. Just a handy backpack on their back and they’re ready for their adventures!
I had a backpack one time and i love it so bad thatIi would take it every way that I went. It to me was the best invention that could carry your things on your back instead off your hands.
I’m sure this was yesterday’s word. Or is there a time zone-thing, and it’s still yesterday where you are. That’s the trouble with time – it’s not a static, understood thing; though it thinks it is an anchor it is little more than an illusion.
crumpled papers
open film canisters
old food
bursted juices boxes
smelly shoes
moldy food
old clothes
rigid binders
sharp scissors
you definatly had it rough this year
Carrying things from here
to eternity
my backpack will be with me
right to the end.
Its straps may break,
its zips may stick,
but all the while
it’s on my back
and all my worldly treasures
will safely to the end
be carried in my backpack.
I was traveling on a bus from la to new york and when i got there the first thing i did was have an authentic new york pizza. I folded it in half and enjoyed with all its oil dripping down my arm
I’m putting everything that matters to me into my small backpack, and I’m heading for the hills of happiness, got to get out of this mind-numbing nothingness I currently find myself caged within.
i used to go to school where we had to carry so many books to school. my mom and i would be getting books and notebooks and pens and color pencils etc by the end of every august.i dislked school sooo much. i always wanted to
Grabbing the backpack containing all her belongings, she climbed into the passenger side of the semi-truck. “Thanks for the lift,” she muttered, pulling her hat lower. She held onto her meager possessions with such intensity and silence, the man hardly knew what to think. “Where ya headed?” “Nashville,” she whispered. “Family out there?” “The only family I know.” And, with that, she pulled a guitar pick from her pack, and began chewing on it. Those were the last words the two strangers ever spoke.
Backpack sings like a bird. He’s a person with the darndest name and he knows it. Blue’s his favorite color and he likes flirting with the girls. Backpack’s backpack has unicorns in them and they burst oranges with green whipped cream when he sings. It goes great with ice-cream. This was all backpack’s dream; a once in a lifetime experience as a human.
school books and carrying them around. chris webby go back is off of teenage mutant nija rapper, my bro says his bag is heavy but i think its just cause hes a bitch and doesnt lift. o.f. what i represent.
Heavy and uncomfortable. Girl scouts, especially their leaders, are supposed to have superhuman properties ( as there are no men around). I am a feminist, right? But there are facts of life. Men ON AVERAGE are physically stronger than women. Moral: Gender-separated camping trips are evil.
these are very good things to have, they are ideal if you would like to travel, or if you want to have something to put your school text books in. some are comfy, some are not. some are expensive, some are not. some are for fashion, some are for durability.
preschool up until the fifth grade, what kind of backpack i had was a HUGE deal. i had to have the coolest one, with the coolest characters or designs. and my lunchbox absolutely had to match. i was a nerd.
oh the things one can do if all they possess is a backpack…the possibilities are endless there are no boundaries there are no limitations just freedom.
camp
I wonder what life would be like if I could live out of my backpack.. Just go. Just walk for miles and miles; seeing, feeling, thinking, living. All of my things wouldn’t fit into a backpack.. Why do we need so many things to begin with? Maybe I should consolidate my world to fit into a single backpack.
to ask too many questions about one’s personal life
bag used for carrying things. many interesting things are found is a student’s backpack! travelers also use it.
Sadness…I already wrote about ‘backpack’. So this is what I get for waking up atrociously early…the time hasn’t turned over yet…
Jansport
The backpack felt heavier and heavier the higher he came on his path to the top of the mountain. And as well as the weight the smell started to get unbearable. Why did dead bodies have to rot so fast?
backpack is somwhat a tool that you can carry on your back. why a tool because it can be used for work to help you carry other tools :) oh my god this is stupid. bato. Bosnia.
hold school lunch books carry ohhhhhhhh
Her brain was like an over stuffed backpack, crammed with the day’s lessons, dozens of conversations, reunions with old friends, writing snippets and snatches, songs left unsung and the throb of sleep deprivation. Where was she going to put the sympathy for her drunken brother’s mishaps? Likely back out on the porch, right next to his punk ass.
How many days had it been now? Not too many. Three. Four. But food was down to a few lame power bars, most of my clothes were wet, and I still didn’t know where I was.
I’ve smeared it with paint. It’d black fabric underneath had just seemed so dull, so I had brandished a wide-brushed paint brush and slashed it with color. Now it seems too bright.
Well backpack is something really useful while traveling. put your shit in the bag and just move outa the house. i like to have so many things while i travel that i cant feel content by having one backpack full of clothes and accessories. its cool though.
She wore a back pack everywhere she went. Her whole life was in there, along with her beer. She was known as Grandma Back pack because she was never without the backpack. She even went to jail with the back pack. I wll never forget Grandma Backpack and her stories.
I jumped off the old rusty train, dust kicking up amongst the mobs of people. The smells, the smoke, the dust. So dirty. I threw my backpack over me and trundled through, with no destination in mind. Alone. Silent. Observing. The heat of the day pushing onto me. High noon. It would be a long one.
a dirty cloth sack full of tatty clothes, books and weed, carried by young people exploring the world. That’s it! It’s a long time – 60seconds.
It has been a long time
Carrying your burdens
and mine.
It has been a long time
and my shoulders are sore
I am weary,
but you need me.
I will keep walking
little black backpack steez is like mike henderson who went crazy after they found diseases in his mind and he didnt want to believe it. im sorry man. wish i were there. you can blow the trumpet though ill love you for that
It is full of sand and small rocks that need shaking out. So worth the sun burn and sand in the suit.
School, interesting topic as I emerge back in the world of work today at the university within a different but parallel capacity. backpack can also demonstrate the things we carry with us on a daily basis and similar to children, we fail to every really remove things unless requested by others. I wonder how would our lives evolve if we became present and conscious of what we packed and selected to unpack independently. How much more balanced would our lives be
My best friends lover. Carry a backpack, the addictions inside. Untold lies, and secrets. Carry them with you till you die. Till they catch you. Deal them, through your hands obsessions, connections, like the cell on your neck. I hate you. You’re deadly. Deal away, from her and my life.
i use my backpack when i go in missions, i travel all over the world, on adventures! i keep all the necessities inside- like dora the explorer and boots!
All three of my kids left this week on trips…two to Prague (on separate trips) and one to Slovakia. And all three have their backpacks! They are filled to the brim with all they’ll need for their adventures. What a handy invention the backpack is! They’re all traveling by train, bus and metro, thus the backpack is even handier – no lugging around a big suitcase. Just a handy backpack on their back and they’re ready for their adventures!
I had a backpack one time and i love it so bad thatIi would take it every way that I went. It to me was the best invention that could carry your things on your back instead off your hands.
I’m sure this was yesterday’s word. Or is there a time zone-thing, and it’s still yesterday where you are. That’s the trouble with time – it’s not a static, understood thing; though it thinks it is an anchor it is little more than an illusion.
i went to school with a backpack on my back and my friend stabbed me but good thing i had a backpack to protect me. im made of rock! woohoo!
One day I want to travel. Just me and my backpack. I would take it everywhere with me. To paris, rome, italy.
crumpled papers
open film canisters
old food
bursted juices boxes
smelly shoes
moldy food
old clothes
rigid binders
sharp scissors
you definatly had it rough this year
Carrying things from here
to eternity
my backpack will be with me
right to the end.
Its straps may break,
its zips may stick,
but all the while
it’s on my back
and all my worldly treasures
will safely to the end
be carried in my backpack.
I was traveling on a bus from la to new york and when i got there the first thing i did was have an authentic new york pizza. I folded it in half and enjoyed with all its oil dripping down my arm
I’m putting everything that matters to me into my small backpack, and I’m heading for the hills of happiness, got to get out of this mind-numbing nothingness I currently find myself caged within.
I carry my backpack full of files and textbooks around with me everyday so I am now convince that when I am older I will have back problems.
i used to go to school where we had to carry so many books to school. my mom and i would be getting books and notebooks and pens and color pencils etc by the end of every august.i dislked school sooo much. i always wanted to
Grabbing the backpack containing all her belongings, she climbed into the passenger side of the semi-truck. “Thanks for the lift,” she muttered, pulling her hat lower. She held onto her meager possessions with such intensity and silence, the man hardly knew what to think. “Where ya headed?” “Nashville,” she whispered. “Family out there?” “The only family I know.” And, with that, she pulled a guitar pick from her pack, and began chewing on it. Those were the last words the two strangers ever spoke.