Sometimes when I drink out of a canteen it makes me nervous that the water has been sitting in it too long. What if mold grows and you can’t see it? Gross. Thankfully, the only mold I consume is blue cheese.
Superficial lights abound, the barracks were lit with an altogether unnatural light. Rows of bunks stretched from wall to wall like shelving in a warehouse, each bed with blankets taut and uniform. The silence was at the same time deafening and timid without the usual clamor of activity. Man after man called this place home for a short time, somewhere to lay their exhausted heads and contemplate the horrors of the life they chose, however well thought or hasty. Their bodies became a container of food, water, and guts; none of which belonged to them anymore.
As Cindy leaned against the counter with a Diet Coke in her hand, she spotted Arnold coming towards her, his brown leisure jacket fitted tightly against his body. Suddenly, Cindy felt terribly underdressed in her shorts and T-shirt. She turned back to the woman at the canteen and said, “Can I have another Coke, please?” She dropped a dollar on the counter, grabbed the drink, and headed towards Arnold.
i used to drink water from a canteen. It was metal and had a strap around it Ialso went to the canteen when I was in camp. They sold candy and pop. Horse riders use a canteen to take water with them on a long ride. I cannot think of any other way to use this word and am curious what happens when time is up.
The army green canteen was rusted and chipped but teeming with water, I looked at it incredulously and poured the cold water down my dry throat. Once again the canteen was filled to the brim with water. Was it magic? Or my savior?? I continued to drink the delicious water.
i hate canteens, the food is horrendous and the cliched canteen lady is not a myth. fat arms and hair nets just dont do it for me-go figure. the food is oily and dry…at the same time!!! the canteen is one of lifes greatest punishments.
Itas a place yo go to eat. It’s good but expensive food sometimes, sometimes it just zucks. Who cares, i never vo there anyway. Plus i don’tt. Know. Whatever. Alliw me to write some more because i’m an idiot and did it wromg. Plus, i’m kinda wondering at the timinv of this. I always read too mucg into stuff.
this one time at bandcamp my friend joe decided he needed to get drunk so he called his mother and she brought a canteen of beer wityh her. we all got drunk and then she took the bottle and put it in her pants and looked at me asking if I want some more. I said yes. He is now my step son…weird right?
There’s a line that seems impossibly long and you’re so far behind you can only see the corner of the building as you shuffle along slowly. It seems so far away, with so many obstacles in the way. You sidestep a trashcan and narrowly avoid an elbow form the girl in front. Soon it is within your sights, like an oasis in the middle of the desert. You jingle the coins in your pocket, what will it be today? The possibilities are endless…
She took a long swig from the dusty canteen and cautiously scanned the trees for any signs of life. The forest was eerily quiet, not even the buzz of an insect of the whisper of a breeze… What had happened here?
so this one time i went to a canteen in my apartment building and this really cute guy from the next building was there. I went up to make my selection and said hello to the attractive fellow. The next thing I know, this ghetto, ugly black girl comes up to me and starts yelling at me to leave her boyfriend alone! What the fuck!
wow okay when i use to go camping i will fill my canteen up with water now that i am older i might fill it up with some jin and juice that would be the worst idea ever walking in hot weather up montians and that is exactly why i would be likely to do it i would say how dumb of a idea it was than i would follow it up with something more fooolish.
either a word for an old bar or something that holds water. I prefer the latter. Your canteen is running low! We’d better stop for some water at the next river we pass on this remarkable hike. Make sure it’s full before you leave
my canteen is full of blood, but not not full enough considering the scars of accumulated. it’s full of sweat, but there is not enough there to show the hardship I’ve been through, the work of done just to get where I am today. My canteen is full of tears, you’d expect that it would be overflowing if you had watched me cry every one.
They say it’s your choice where your blood, sweat and tears will go.
A canteen.
That’s where my blood, sweat and tears went.
They say it’s your choice whether you see the glass (or or in my case, a canteen) as half empty or half full.
Half empty.
it will never be fuller, but could become emptier at any time. Blocking out any chances I have of showing any one just how much I’ve suffered.
he bent down to the ground in anguish and screamed in an unearthly guttural noise. he reached for the canteen, still filled with sand that crawled down his throat. it felt like spiders. that was the moment when john died.
once there was a man living in a lonely island. he was so thirsty and his lips were chapped. he had done everything. he had called upon god with his quavering voice and let the sun scorch his back. he had given in to fate. and yet, the most mocking thing was that canteen sitting there, empty. for days it had been empty. His heart was empty too.
Remember back in primary school when lining up for the canteen was the highlight of your day? When 30c would buy you some snakes, and a $1 meant you were one of the richest kids there. I mean the only thing more impressive than being the kid with the biggest bag of lollies and a zooper duper were those getting lunch orders. Lucky bastards.
Canteen spleen cleaning everything, swabbing everything so that it gleams it glows back bright showing that which is under the flap, under the skin, that is where your kin live, that is where they wait, oh sweet child
this thing is a water or jug filled with water. you know, i WISH i had a canteen right about now. i’ve been thirsty for about 3 hours now. but do i get up? no. i just continue working.. sitting at the desk. but anyway, never had a canteen… wish i had one. could be satisfying.
The canteen was full of piss. My piss. I wanted to drink it, I got hard from just thinking about drinking it. I was Bear Grylls after all, this kind of shit was my life. I was ready to down that stuff like there was no tomorrow, seeing as the rapture was supposed to be tomorrow. It was May 20th, 2011.
The grill at the River Forest Tennis Club is called the canteen. The food sucks, it’s expensive, and there’s always a million kids hanging around it. It is a perfectly awful place to eat. However, I cannot help but smile when I th
Canteen rhymes with gangreen. I have an eyeshadow named lucky green. which rhymes with my other shadow called coppering. i like the color of copper. especially copper jewelry. but not as much as turquoise jewelry. when do i stop?
it is a place where lots of pp eat and hang out like at university .. also canteen of cutlery which is your knives and spoons and stuff much like a wedding gift
Who uses the word ‘canteen’ anymore? Does it still mean bar? Or saloon? Or did it mean bathroom? OR did it mean those water bottles that cowboys used back in the day and they hung off the saddle?
Words should never have an expiration date. Way to go society for turning ‘gay’ into an insult (guilty of it) and losing words that are more effective than slang.
canteen water soldier hiking war vietnam helicopter mountains river scoutmaster boyscouts sean eagle scout dinner pizza julians punk rock black flag minor threat straightedge weed smoke hardcore breakdown violence FSU killers murder news.
Keeping a close tight grip on my sword, I took out my canteen and took a swig of my bitter 3 day old Brandy. It couldn’t be much farther. The woods never seemed to end, and my quest to reach her seemed longer as the days dragged on. I tucked my little flask back into it’s holder and continued on. Suddenly, i heard a sudden noise. I pulled out my sword and took my defense stance.
food. company with my old colleagues which mant we got on better until it was closed. school – not such good memories – not sure where or who to sit with, often cheap. Good salad and fruit at work.
We saw the canteen lying there on the ground, half full of water. Only one of us could drink it’s substance, only one of us could survive another hour or two. The trouble was, who could fight the hardest to get to it.
There was the canteen. Simple. Metal with an ugly brown plastic strap. It broke when I was walking up the rocky path that led to the cabin of our honeymoon.
it reminds me of camping and looking at the trees below in the canyon and counselors and girls taking off their shirts with their small breasts hanging out. and…it reminds me of water and plastic cups and a counselor yelling at me because he was frustrated about a riddle that he couldn’t figure out and i wonder how old they all were. they seemed so coo. and i remember britanny and what was that girl’s name again with the long yellow hair..tiffany? being so excited about their one counselor who sang and was really cool. they smiled and elbowed each other when they saw that she would be leading them for the next few days. and it reminds me…that i missed home and so did kimmy and you got a huge feeling in your stomach of being alone.
I would probably never use a canteen. It barely holds enough water and the only times I see people use them is when they’re in the desert or some other dry area with no water to be found for miles. Really? You’re going to bring that small little container to hold your water? I’d bring at least a water cooler…or two.
it’s a place where you can eat with your friends, a place where you can stay in touch with almost every student from the university. it’s a place with so much fun
Sometimes when I drink out of a canteen it makes me nervous that the water has been sitting in it too long. What if mold grows and you can’t see it? Gross. Thankfully, the only mold I consume is blue cheese.
Superficial lights abound, the barracks were lit with an altogether unnatural light. Rows of bunks stretched from wall to wall like shelving in a warehouse, each bed with blankets taut and uniform. The silence was at the same time deafening and timid without the usual clamor of activity. Man after man called this place home for a short time, somewhere to lay their exhausted heads and contemplate the horrors of the life they chose, however well thought or hasty. Their bodies became a container of food, water, and guts; none of which belonged to them anymore.
As Cindy leaned against the counter with a Diet Coke in her hand, she spotted Arnold coming towards her, his brown leisure jacket fitted tightly against his body. Suddenly, Cindy felt terribly underdressed in her shorts and T-shirt. She turned back to the woman at the canteen and said, “Can I have another Coke, please?” She dropped a dollar on the counter, grabbed the drink, and headed towards Arnold.
i used to drink water from a canteen. It was metal and had a strap around it Ialso went to the canteen when I was in camp. They sold candy and pop. Horse riders use a canteen to take water with them on a long ride. I cannot think of any other way to use this word and am curious what happens when time is up.
The army green canteen was rusted and chipped but teeming with water, I looked at it incredulously and poured the cold water down my dry throat. Once again the canteen was filled to the brim with water. Was it magic? Or my savior?? I continued to drink the delicious water.
i hate canteens, the food is horrendous and the cliched canteen lady is not a myth. fat arms and hair nets just dont do it for me-go figure. the food is oily and dry…at the same time!!! the canteen is one of lifes greatest punishments.
Itas a place yo go to eat. It’s good but expensive food sometimes, sometimes it just zucks. Who cares, i never vo there anyway. Plus i don’tt. Know. Whatever. Alliw me to write some more because i’m an idiot and did it wromg. Plus, i’m kinda wondering at the timinv of this. I always read too mucg into stuff.
this one time at bandcamp my friend joe decided he needed to get drunk so he called his mother and she brought a canteen of beer wityh her. we all got drunk and then she took the bottle and put it in her pants and looked at me asking if I want some more. I said yes. He is now my step son…weird right?
There’s a line that seems impossibly long and you’re so far behind you can only see the corner of the building as you shuffle along slowly. It seems so far away, with so many obstacles in the way. You sidestep a trashcan and narrowly avoid an elbow form the girl in front. Soon it is within your sights, like an oasis in the middle of the desert. You jingle the coins in your pocket, what will it be today? The possibilities are endless…
She took a long swig from the dusty canteen and cautiously scanned the trees for any signs of life. The forest was eerily quiet, not even the buzz of an insect of the whisper of a breeze… What had happened here?
so this one time i went to a canteen in my apartment building and this really cute guy from the next building was there. I went up to make my selection and said hello to the attractive fellow. The next thing I know, this ghetto, ugly black girl comes up to me and starts yelling at me to leave her boyfriend alone! What the fuck!
wow okay when i use to go camping i will fill my canteen up with water now that i am older i might fill it up with some jin and juice that would be the worst idea ever walking in hot weather up montians and that is exactly why i would be likely to do it i would say how dumb of a idea it was than i would follow it up with something more fooolish.
either a word for an old bar or something that holds water. I prefer the latter. Your canteen is running low! We’d better stop for some water at the next river we pass on this remarkable hike. Make sure it’s full before you leave
my canteen is full of blood, but not not full enough considering the scars of accumulated. it’s full of sweat, but there is not enough there to show the hardship I’ve been through, the work of done just to get where I am today. My canteen is full of tears, you’d expect that it would be overflowing if you had watched me cry every one.
They say it’s your choice where your blood, sweat and tears will go.
A canteen.
That’s where my blood, sweat and tears went.
They say it’s your choice whether you see the glass (or or in my case, a canteen) as half empty or half full.
Half empty.
it will never be fuller, but could become emptier at any time. Blocking out any chances I have of showing any one just how much I’ve suffered.
a place to put. an empty thing. metal, round. a place for a drink. a gulp, a sip, guzzle. stop and breath.
slurping gurgling nice shiny green soup, bowls full of leeks, spoons full of licks. I can see myself in.
he bent down to the ground in anguish and screamed in an unearthly guttural noise. he reached for the canteen, still filled with sand that crawled down his throat. it felt like spiders. that was the moment when john died.
school, pizza, house of english, mister amr, long queues, coupons, break, children, bullying, sandwiches, childhood, french fries, drinks, food
once there was a man living in a lonely island. he was so thirsty and his lips were chapped. he had done everything. he had called upon god with his quavering voice and let the sun scorch his back. he had given in to fate. and yet, the most mocking thing was that canteen sitting there, empty. for days it had been empty. His heart was empty too.
Remember back in primary school when lining up for the canteen was the highlight of your day? When 30c would buy you some snakes, and a $1 meant you were one of the richest kids there. I mean the only thing more impressive than being the kid with the biggest bag of lollies and a zooper duper were those getting lunch orders. Lucky bastards.
He walks carefully to the counter.
eyes cocked, lips dry, mind numb.
His heart races, pounds inside of him.
Her hair is brown, perfect.
Sweaty palms place the money
“May I have fries?…Please”
Canteen spleen cleaning everything, swabbing everything so that it gleams it glows back bright showing that which is under the flap, under the skin, that is where your kin live, that is where they wait, oh sweet child
this thing is a water or jug filled with water. you know, i WISH i had a canteen right about now. i’ve been thirsty for about 3 hours now. but do i get up? no. i just continue working.. sitting at the desk. but anyway, never had a canteen… wish i had one. could be satisfying.
The canteen was full of piss. My piss. I wanted to drink it, I got hard from just thinking about drinking it. I was Bear Grylls after all, this kind of shit was my life. I was ready to down that stuff like there was no tomorrow, seeing as the rapture was supposed to be tomorrow. It was May 20th, 2011.
The grill at the River Forest Tennis Club is called the canteen. The food sucks, it’s expensive, and there’s always a million kids hanging around it. It is a perfectly awful place to eat. However, I cannot help but smile when I th
Have you seen the canteen? The parched mouth…
Canteen rhymes with gangreen. I have an eyeshadow named lucky green. which rhymes with my other shadow called coppering. i like the color of copper. especially copper jewelry. but not as much as turquoise jewelry. when do i stop?
food, children,school
it is a place where lots of pp eat and hang out like at university .. also canteen of cutlery which is your knives and spoons and stuff much like a wedding gift
Who uses the word ‘canteen’ anymore? Does it still mean bar? Or saloon? Or did it mean bathroom? OR did it mean those water bottles that cowboys used back in the day and they hung off the saddle?
Words should never have an expiration date. Way to go society for turning ‘gay’ into an insult (guilty of it) and losing words that are more effective than slang.
canteen water soldier hiking war vietnam helicopter mountains river scoutmaster boyscouts sean eagle scout dinner pizza julians punk rock black flag minor threat straightedge weed smoke hardcore breakdown violence FSU killers murder news.
Keeping a close tight grip on my sword, I took out my canteen and took a swig of my bitter 3 day old Brandy. It couldn’t be much farther. The woods never seemed to end, and my quest to reach her seemed longer as the days dragged on. I tucked my little flask back into it’s holder and continued on. Suddenly, i heard a sudden noise. I pulled out my sword and took my defense stance.
food. company with my old colleagues which mant we got on better until it was closed. school – not such good memories – not sure where or who to sit with, often cheap. Good salad and fruit at work.
We saw the canteen lying there on the ground, half full of water. Only one of us could drink it’s substance, only one of us could survive another hour or two. The trouble was, who could fight the hardest to get to it.
There was the canteen. Simple. Metal with an ugly brown plastic strap. It broke when I was walking up the rocky path that led to the cabin of our honeymoon.
it reminds me of camping and looking at the trees below in the canyon and counselors and girls taking off their shirts with their small breasts hanging out. and…it reminds me of water and plastic cups and a counselor yelling at me because he was frustrated about a riddle that he couldn’t figure out and i wonder how old they all were. they seemed so coo. and i remember britanny and what was that girl’s name again with the long yellow hair..tiffany? being so excited about their one counselor who sang and was really cool. they smiled and elbowed each other when they saw that she would be leading them for the next few days. and it reminds me…that i missed home and so did kimmy and you got a huge feeling in your stomach of being alone.
I would probably never use a canteen. It barely holds enough water and the only times I see people use them is when they’re in the desert or some other dry area with no water to be found for miles. Really? You’re going to bring that small little container to hold your water? I’d bring at least a water cooler…or two.
it’s a place where you can eat with your friends, a place where you can stay in touch with almost every student from the university. it’s a place with so much fun
is something you fill water with.
something carryufing vital liquids
warmth
kindness
need.
necessity.
full
of necessity.
wealth in water.
filling.
full.
what you need is a desert on a long winded day.
comes in all shapes and sizes.
makes me think of granades.
flowing, flowing, crisp and clean
twist and turning
to be contained
i flow and flow
don’t let me go
the message seeps in
cool and clean
it’s about to stop