Our heart is the pouch where we keep all our most treasured memories. Not in our brain, that’s where thoughts are. In the small pouch that is our heart, we keep the real stuff, the ones that makes us want to keep living… or not.
The mother kangaroo carried a heavy load in her pouch. It’s sagging head wet with sweat, her legs staggered, and her heart was losing the battle. But she had to live, to find a way to help her child… before it was too late.
She had a brownish sort of pouch hanging over her shoulder. I later learned that she called this a “satchel.” To me, it looked just like a pouch, but I liked the way the strap of it framed her breasts. I can still remember the way she ran her thumb along the bottom of that strap, smoothing it back and forth as she talked to me. Sometimes I would let my stare drift from her emerald eyes to watch her rub that strap, although I was imagining something a little less PG-13. But I wouldn’t stare long, those eyes wouldn’t let me stray too far.
I am not a marsupial, I replied. He said it was supposed to be a compliment. My mother reminded me that men liked women with curves.
Not curves on their STOMACHS, I said.
My dad rolled his eyes, asked if we could stop talking about it. But I know it will come up again. It always does. I mean, it’s not like I’m a cow either. But it still didn’t make me feel good about myself. At all. Like I don’t have a hard enough time already.
Kangaroos have pouches that they carry their babies around in. pouches also makes me think of fanny-packs and large bags and the pouches on the backs of the seats in cars where you can store stuff. How we stretched them out in dad’s truck and then had to tie them off so that they were even useful again.
circle leather coins contains cheap i dont have it sounds like couch and ouch i will buy this when i am already reach. the things said i shouldn’t think just write hmm i hope this freaking pouch
a juice pouch is what i am drinking right now. pouches, oh pouches, what will we do without you.? in which you carry such magical goodness and sweetness. i love capri sun. and koolaid, but mostly, capri sun. this is nothing poetic, or intelligent, but it is the truth.
She walked on, trying to ignore the feeling that was nagging on her since yesterday. She didn’t want to think about ti, she had decided. As she crossed the bridge, she stopped and took out the right amount out of her old pouch to give to the man in the uniform the fine to pass through.
I saw the most interesting Kangaroo. She had a very comfy looking pouch and just when I was about to look away I saw her baby kangaroo just pop out of it, just like that. He looked so in place, I wish we all had a pouch to feel in place with!
If only I can stuff myself inside and hide for the world for just one day. however, I do know that it would only be a matter of moments before the humdrum tidbits would leak in. At that point, my mind would scream for the insanity of the excitement that is my life. My life is rich and full because of you. My passion – my pride. Salt and sugar.
The pouch was full of what was obviously not gold. Fool’s Gold, yes, but not gold.
“I’m not a fool,” I said quite matter-of-factly. And I wasn’t. I was anything but a fool. I was The Honorable Head of the Court of the King and All of His Men.
i once had a pouch. i kept magic stones in it. not drugs, or weed, but MAGIC stones. my friends were jealous. they all wanted magic stones and i said no. these stones could grant any wishes, just like a genie in a lamp. i became the most powerful person in the world, but i wielded my power wisely and used it for good. no one suffered anymore and the world was rid of evil
She stared at the pouch transfixed. It’s the most beautiful thing she ever laid her eyes on. Should she take it? Should she leave it there? Owner less. Decisions, decisions.
i don’t know about it, thanks so much for your compression of it, OK, I’m ready to leave this and i don’t know what I’m playing but is funny,and i just want to know what this is for, that’s all
Kangaroos have pouches to carry their young in. Kapri-sun comes in pouches. Pouch reminds me of a couch. Pouches also remind me of satchels, or MAN-BAGS/PURSES which only the true men wear. I wanna be a kangaroo, would be so badass.
Kangaroos have pouches. You can also have a pouch for your baby. A fanny pack could be considered a pouch. Pouches are useful for pencils and other utensils. Pouches make your life a little more organized. Yeah. Pouches are awesome. Especially when they’re colorful.
Of course, I think of kangaroos. How cliche is that? But if you really think about, kangaroos’ pouches are disgusting. I mean it’s pretty much a flap of fat that an animal lives in. I’m sure it gets hot and sweaty and smells funky. And imagine if something fell into it, how would the kangaroo get it out?
I wish I had a bottomless pouch like the one hermione granger had in the harry potter series. then I could truly fulfill the girl guide motto of being preapred, without anybody laughing at me as I rummage though my purse through first aid kits and emergency ponchos and
kangaroos have pouches. they hide their kids in them. little kangaroos that like to hop around and shit. cute guys. but annoying right? how would you like to have a kid, and then have to lug in around in your pouch until it’s too big to fit? i think it’d be pretty fucking annoying. but that’s just me. kangaroos are cool with it. i guess.
In a pouch in my jacket I carried a switchblade. Paranoia runs in the family, and I’ve always been weary of a lot of the people I pass in the street. You can’t help it, living in a big town. I’ve never had to use it, but I can walk more confidently knowing its there, ready to cut a ho if need be.
I reached in and pulled out the old wooden spoon from the pouch that hung around my waist. It had been quite a while since I had revisited the ancient memories of my mother. She had given the spoon to me when I was much younger, just before the war began. The spoon was the only memory I had left of her.
She kept the magic beans in a silk pouch on her belt. Well, maybe they were magic. She’d never put them to the test, and she probably never would because to use and lose the beans was to lose the memory of her love. He was lost and gone for ever.
I used to think that my pouch had a life of its own. Sometimes it would take whatever I stuffed in there. Other days it would spit it back out at me like an angered atm machine. Angered days and days of pure organized joy.
my pouch is filled with wondrous marbles of many different colors. the marbles contain the secret to life. once you open this pouch of fine red satin, you will know the secret to life.
My pouches are filled with desires and umbrellas and everything from blue jeans to lemonade. Pouches have to match your shoes. Pouches have been one of the most important inventions of all time, and also one of the most fashionable. The latest addition is the juice pouch.
a place to fill; a place to hide; a place to search; a place to love; a place to be; a place to carry; a place to treasure; a place to plan; a place to feel; a place to trust; a place
For some reason, I’m reminded of the “pouch of wet incense” item on DA2. I think I play this game too much. I think Bries is right. I like playing this series of games because the human interaction I lack in my daily life is very well mimicked in these games.
the pouch lay open on the floor, completely untouched, unseen berfore my adolecesnt eyes lay upon them. it contained the hopes and dreams of humanity. and now, it contained my hopes and dreams.
Our heart is the pouch where we keep all our most treasured memories. Not in our brain, that’s where thoughts are. In the small pouch that is our heart, we keep the real stuff, the ones that makes us want to keep living… or not.
The mother kangaroo carried a heavy load in her pouch. It’s sagging head wet with sweat, her legs staggered, and her heart was losing the battle. But she had to live, to find a way to help her child… before it was too late.
She had a brownish sort of pouch hanging over her shoulder. I later learned that she called this a “satchel.” To me, it looked just like a pouch, but I liked the way the strap of it framed her breasts. I can still remember the way she ran her thumb along the bottom of that strap, smoothing it back and forth as she talked to me. Sometimes I would let my stare drift from her emerald eyes to watch her rub that strap, although I was imagining something a little less PG-13. But I wouldn’t stare long, those eyes wouldn’t let me stray too far.
my dad told me I had one.
I am not a marsupial, I replied. He said it was supposed to be a compliment. My mother reminded me that men liked women with curves.
Not curves on their STOMACHS, I said.
My dad rolled his eyes, asked if we could stop talking about it. But I know it will come up again. It always does. I mean, it’s not like I’m a cow either. But it still didn’t make me feel good about myself. At all. Like I don’t have a hard enough time already.
Kangaroos have pouches that they carry their babies around in. pouches also makes me think of fanny-packs and large bags and the pouches on the backs of the seats in cars where you can store stuff. How we stretched them out in dad’s truck and then had to tie them off so that they were even useful again.
circle leather coins contains cheap i dont have it sounds like couch and ouch i will buy this when i am already reach. the things said i shouldn’t think just write hmm i hope this freaking pouch
a juice pouch is what i am drinking right now. pouches, oh pouches, what will we do without you.? in which you carry such magical goodness and sweetness. i love capri sun. and koolaid, but mostly, capri sun. this is nothing poetic, or intelligent, but it is the truth.
She walked on, trying to ignore the feeling that was nagging on her since yesterday. She didn’t want to think about ti, she had decided. As she crossed the bridge, she stopped and took out the right amount out of her old pouch to give to the man in the uniform the fine to pass through.
I stuffed the keys into the pouch of my sweatshirt and jogged off through the field. I had to get to the woods so that I could breathe.
I saw the most interesting Kangaroo. She had a very comfy looking pouch and just when I was about to look away I saw her baby kangaroo just pop out of it, just like that. He looked so in place, I wish we all had a pouch to feel in place with!
If only I can stuff myself inside and hide for the world for just one day. however, I do know that it would only be a matter of moments before the humdrum tidbits would leak in. At that point, my mind would scream for the insanity of the excitement that is my life. My life is rich and full because of you. My passion – my pride. Salt and sugar.
The pouch was full of what was obviously not gold. Fool’s Gold, yes, but not gold.
“I’m not a fool,” I said quite matter-of-factly. And I wasn’t. I was anything but a fool. I was The Honorable Head of the Court of the King and All of His Men.
i once had a pouch. i kept magic stones in it. not drugs, or weed, but MAGIC stones. my friends were jealous. they all wanted magic stones and i said no. these stones could grant any wishes, just like a genie in a lamp. i became the most powerful person in the world, but i wielded my power wisely and used it for good. no one suffered anymore and the world was rid of evil
She stared at the pouch transfixed. It’s the most beautiful thing she ever laid her eyes on. Should she take it? Should she leave it there? Owner less. Decisions, decisions.
i don’t know about it, thanks so much for your compression of it, OK, I’m ready to leave this and i don’t know what I’m playing but is funny,and i just want to know what this is for, that’s all
Kangaroos have pouches to carry their young in. Kapri-sun comes in pouches. Pouch reminds me of a couch. Pouches also remind me of satchels, or MAN-BAGS/PURSES which only the true men wear. I wanna be a kangaroo, would be so badass.
Kangaroos have pouches. You can also have a pouch for your baby. A fanny pack could be considered a pouch. Pouches are useful for pencils and other utensils. Pouches make your life a little more organized. Yeah. Pouches are awesome. Especially when they’re colorful.
Kanga loved her baby, Roo. He was her baby, and she loved him.
Where else could he possibly need to go?
He was hers. She was his.
He was hers.
pouches are very helpful to kangaroos. they can hold them and care for them, in a motherly way. it’s comfortable and handy.
Of course, I think of kangaroos. How cliche is that? But if you really think about, kangaroos’ pouches are disgusting. I mean it’s pretty much a flap of fat that an animal lives in. I’m sure it gets hot and sweaty and smells funky. And imagine if something fell into it, how would the kangaroo get it out?
These are the strange things I think about.
She grew up good she grew up slow like american honey.Theres a wild wild whisper blowing in the wind.
where the joey will be protected.
i have a pouch since i was in third grade. I get to decorate it. I made it look very good. But then i lost it , the one & only pouch i have.
The End
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nice to meet you!
The baby ‘roo sat in its mother’s pouch.
I wish I had a bottomless pouch like the one hermione granger had in the harry potter series. then I could truly fulfill the girl guide motto of being preapred, without anybody laughing at me as I rummage though my purse through first aid kits and emergency ponchos and
kangaroos have pouches. they hide their kids in them. little kangaroos that like to hop around and shit. cute guys. but annoying right? how would you like to have a kid, and then have to lug in around in your pouch until it’s too big to fit? i think it’d be pretty fucking annoying. but that’s just me. kangaroos are cool with it. i guess.
In a pouch in my jacket I carried a switchblade. Paranoia runs in the family, and I’ve always been weary of a lot of the people I pass in the street. You can’t help it, living in a big town. I’ve never had to use it, but I can walk more confidently knowing its there, ready to cut a ho if need be.
I reached in and pulled out the old wooden spoon from the pouch that hung around my waist. It had been quite a while since I had revisited the ancient memories of my mother. She had given the spoon to me when I was much younger, just before the war began. The spoon was the only memory I had left of her.
She kept the magic beans in a silk pouch on her belt. Well, maybe they were magic. She’d never put them to the test, and she probably never would because to use and lose the beans was to lose the memory of her love. He was lost and gone for ever.
I used to think that my pouch had a life of its own. Sometimes it would take whatever I stuffed in there. Other days it would spit it back out at me like an angered atm machine. Angered days and days of pure organized joy.
I cant keep pounching the walls
I have to do something.
she needs me, and I have no idea how to help.
kangaroo
baby
life
support
jump
nurturing
feeding
love
mother
home
my pouch is filled with wondrous marbles of many different colors. the marbles contain the secret to life. once you open this pouch of fine red satin, you will know the secret to life.
My pouches are filled with desires and umbrellas and everything from blue jeans to lemonade. Pouches have to match your shoes. Pouches have been one of the most important inventions of all time, and also one of the most fashionable. The latest addition is the juice pouch.
a place to fill; a place to hide; a place to search; a place to love; a place to be; a place to carry; a place to treasure; a place to plan; a place to feel; a place to trust; a place
Kanga is caring roo down a dirt road to vista rabbit… in her pouch roo has all she needs… warmth, toys, all that a little kanga could want or need.
For some reason, I’m reminded of the “pouch of wet incense” item on DA2. I think I play this game too much. I think Bries is right. I like playing this series of games because the human interaction I lack in my daily life is very well mimicked in these games.
the pouch lay open on the floor, completely untouched, unseen berfore my adolecesnt eyes lay upon them. it contained the hopes and dreams of humanity. and now, it contained my hopes and dreams.
a pouch of berries? Like in The Hunger Games, when Peeta accidentally picks poisinous berries.
a pauch on a kangaroo? to hold it’s baby? that’s probably pretty useful…