Trailer? This same word, again? Oh, how it irks me! Even the first time around I was at a loss for words.. Trailer. It’s just so… Blah. Idk. :( I mean, I guess I was trying to think of the word portable the other day. Like, when I was in school. And trailer was all I could come up with so I just continued to repeat it aloud. That’s all I got…
park trash or part of a movie or something that tows a camper but really those are all pretty stupid – I don’t like to be behind, a trailer lost in the dusty wake of people who think they’re better than me but hey I wouldn’t mind having a really fancy trailer that I could live in!!!
I have never really cared much for this town. Trailer parks galore. The sort of place where ghost towns laugh at how little opportunity you have. The sagebrush trickles across the streets like the rain that never would because you live in a desert.
We walked out of the trailer as if in slowmo. I could hear the bomb beeping in my head, but i was far to badass to turn around. The blastwave hit me like a brick but i didn’t flinch or even turn around. Cool guys dont look at explosions.
park. trash. hauls wood. i live in a double wide trailer. wow I think trailers are trashy. I didn’t know that. uhaul trailer. moving stuff. hauling stuff. trailer’s are kinda like wagons, they haul you stuff around behind you. trailer park. neighborhood. some good some bad.
There’s a hurricane warning until 12:15 tonight. If you’re in an actual house, go to the lowest level. If you’re in a trailer, sucks to be you. Hopefully you’re a pretty fast runner. Otherwise you’re pretty much dead. Just FYI.
I want to live in the on-campus trailer park this summer!!! It is an explosion of art, hippieness, music, life, nature… its nestled into the redwood forest of UC Santa Cruz. I haven’t finalized my sublet yet but just thinking about it I feel healed. Oh baby, do I want to live there. <3 <3 <3
there was a girl on the north side of town. she never knew her father. the carpet smelled like old moss and baby powder. nights are long. the paint smells just enough for the back of your mind to drift into the desert night air. she never knew her father, but he made a good hunting buddy,
I don’t believe in loving rain. When it crashed on the metal shingles of my first house, and when it battered down my old trailer, I swore that it was nothing but trouble. I caught pneumonia twice and a deadly flu thrice. The rain to me was nothing but a bother .
This is where I live. It’s not an awful place to live. It can be pretty cozy. It’s only when you live in a trailer park when it gets to being an issue. Your next door neighbors aren’t so considerate of your feelings. They’ll blow up their speakers and shake your house up so much that it’s impossible to sleep. Trailers they are pretty cozy.
It’s hot and steamy. The trailer creaks. The plexiglass windows are bowed from the humidity; they warp the broken bicycle that lays outside. The grass is dying, the flowers wilting. It’s just another summer in the trailer park.
The back yard was filled with the tiny cars, and the sidewinders sloven skins. The sickly scent of summer gone wrong, somehow. Just–off. Backwards and unloved, the way a trailer might feel devoid of a trail to follow.
It was a depressing state of affairs, all things considered.
Maybe more depressing than the trails realized, having gone off to hunt for more people–different people–to follow them.
TRAILERS ARE A POPular form of housing for those who live on a small amount of income. They are notorious for being poor at staying sturdy during tornados, though they do have the advantage of being highly mobile and able to move from place to place with relative ease without the added burden of adjusting to a new home setting. I wonder what it says about me that I picked trailer to mean mobile home instead of any other kind of trailer like a movie or something you haul behind a truck.
i wish there was one for my life. just a little 30 second movie that could explain all that i am. that way, i wouldn’t have do answer so many questions….you would just…get me. I think i may need to watch it myself from time to time because I don’t always “get” myself.
I was born in a trailer park. It was hard but easy at the same time. I am a doctor. No one wants to hear about a doctor who was born rich. It makes a good story because I came from nothing. It gets me sympathy and gets me higher in my career. I am proud to have lived in a trailer park cause it has made me rich.
it’s right behind me it’s my ride AND MY house it pulls my stuff behind me it’s my suit case i could live in it and travel all across this great nation of ours i love the trailer it’
The trailer flew through the air right before my eyes. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, even though I knew it was true. I think about what could have happened if I wasn’t running late because of traffic amongst other things, and I thanked God for letting my daughter’s play practice running late. I only hoped the tornado would be a short lived one.
I was sitting in a trailer one afternoon, smoking a cigarette, working on a paper of sorts. Now, I’m not sure how many of you are smokers out there, but I am sure you all know that smoking, for some odd reason, is a mark a “cool”. If such were the truth, we wouldn’t associate white trash with trailers.
The movie trailer played and I sat there watching it idly, not really thinking about what was playing on the screen before me. I reconsidered the people I was surrounded with. My boyfriend and his friend. I wasn’t really interested in the movie so most of the trailers that came before it weren’t for me. My boyfriend and his friend laughed at the trailers and made comments about going to view it.
trash, as in I am poor and dumb and I like it that way, alas I am out of intoxicants to prevent my sad malnourished brain from attaining any understanding at all about the world or it’s contents, slow and melodic, scientific and free, no not for the trailer trash, those oh, so proud americans with a capitol A, they prefur to loaf around and drink.
The flashing of trailers is like brain washing. Multi colored lights project off that giant silver screen and onto your delicate silver face. Your eyes slurp up the numbing advertisements through their deep black pupils.
The new trailer for the second part of the seventh Harry Potter film came out today, and its coming caused quite a stir in my household. We all gathered around the computer, ages 10 to 45, to watch the new images from our soon to be favorite film of summer 2011.
Sitting in the middle of nowhere, hitting rock bottom and sitting in my trailer never felt so terrible in my life. It’s like a movie but at the same time i never felt so content with life. Being in this lonely trailer has given me a new appreciation of life.
I stepped out of the rusty trailer and looked around. Trees, trees, dirt, mosquitoes? Yes, mosquitoes. I was dreading the next two months here, stranded, maybe even alone.
the trailer was small, dirty, southern. it sat permanently parked in a home for other unwanted things, somewhere in new mexico but probably florida, where unwanted things tend to accumulate.
the word trailer can be defined in meaning things such as preview. It’s most commonly used in movie industry, with a trailer being a preview of the film, or a film. However, it can be used in different context also, such as in everyday talk, but whilst still resuming it’s meaning of the word, preview. Examples of this include “This is a just a trailer of the night we’re going to have”. Trailer’s other meaning is a large vehicle usually attached to the back of a car (or at least CAN BE attached to the back of a car) that one can live in, this gave birth to the term “trailer trash” meaning poor ass white people who can’t afford fancy things like houses.
Walking along the path I had by now memorized by heart I noticed the grass growing in between the cracks in the pavement. I reached his trailer, the pink flamingo his parents had put up sat there faded and staring lifelessly at everyone who walked up the path to the door.
It was an old rusty thing, parked in the garage. I have been fixing it up for quiet some time now, the interior still needed some improvements, but in due time it would be fixed to a new treasure.
That’s me. Trailing after one person, then another, then another…can’t seem to be my own. I feel the need to trail behind others, basking in their secondhand glory. What a life, huh.
she drove away from the house with the trailer attached to the truck. All her belongings were in the trailer, it was a weird feeling, having all your belongings in one trailer, pulling it along behind you as you drive. Knowing that if it breaks, everything is gone.
its what i live for when i go tot the movies lol jk not really but they are really very entertaining of u just try to figure outwhat the acatual movie will be like.. ya know eminmem… two trailer park girls go round the outside? welll yeah i actually cant think of the song its from.
It was a cold and dusty day in the trailer park. My welfare ran out and I had resorted to cooking meth, which my baby momma detested as the fumes were noxious and choking. A dog barks. ITS THE COPS!!!!!1111
Teeming with love
Rickety plywood front steps
All the family gather
In the yard for dinner.
Love fills the simple place.
Even though there’s no air conditioning.
Real people with real hearts live here.
Trailer. There is a big bed trailer in our backyard. It’s probably like a million years old and makes the best teeter totter in the world. Every time you go you ride on the quad in the backyard, and you want to give rides, the kids always go right to the trailer and play on it like a toy.
Trailer? This same word, again? Oh, how it irks me! Even the first time around I was at a loss for words.. Trailer. It’s just so… Blah. Idk. :( I mean, I guess I was trying to think of the word portable the other day. Like, when I was in school. And trailer was all I could come up with so I just continued to repeat it aloud. That’s all I got…
park trash or part of a movie or something that tows a camper but really those are all pretty stupid – I don’t like to be behind, a trailer lost in the dusty wake of people who think they’re better than me but hey I wouldn’t mind having a really fancy trailer that I could live in!!!
I have never really cared much for this town. Trailer parks galore. The sort of place where ghost towns laugh at how little opportunity you have. The sagebrush trickles across the streets like the rain that never would because you live in a desert.
We walked out of the trailer as if in slowmo. I could hear the bomb beeping in my head, but i was far to badass to turn around. The blastwave hit me like a brick but i didn’t flinch or even turn around. Cool guys dont look at explosions.
park. trash. hauls wood. i live in a double wide trailer. wow I think trailers are trashy. I didn’t know that. uhaul trailer. moving stuff. hauling stuff. trailer’s are kinda like wagons, they haul you stuff around behind you. trailer park. neighborhood. some good some bad.
I
There’s a hurricane warning until 12:15 tonight. If you’re in an actual house, go to the lowest level. If you’re in a trailer, sucks to be you. Hopefully you’re a pretty fast runner. Otherwise you’re pretty much dead. Just FYI.
I want to live in the on-campus trailer park this summer!!! It is an explosion of art, hippieness, music, life, nature… its nestled into the redwood forest of UC Santa Cruz. I haven’t finalized my sublet yet but just thinking about it I feel healed. Oh baby, do I want to live there. <3 <3 <3
there was a girl on the north side of town. she never knew her father. the carpet smelled like old moss and baby powder. nights are long. the paint smells just enough for the back of your mind to drift into the desert night air. she never knew her father, but he made a good hunting buddy,
I don’t believe in loving rain. When it crashed on the metal shingles of my first house, and when it battered down my old trailer, I swore that it was nothing but trouble. I caught pneumonia twice and a deadly flu thrice. The rain to me was nothing but a bother .
This is where I live. It’s not an awful place to live. It can be pretty cozy. It’s only when you live in a trailer park when it gets to being an issue. Your next door neighbors aren’t so considerate of your feelings. They’ll blow up their speakers and shake your house up so much that it’s impossible to sleep. Trailers they are pretty cozy.
It’s hot and steamy. The trailer creaks. The plexiglass windows are bowed from the humidity; they warp the broken bicycle that lays outside. The grass is dying, the flowers wilting. It’s just another summer in the trailer park.
The back yard was filled with the tiny cars, and the sidewinders sloven skins. The sickly scent of summer gone wrong, somehow. Just–off. Backwards and unloved, the way a trailer might feel devoid of a trail to follow.
It was a depressing state of affairs, all things considered.
Maybe more depressing than the trails realized, having gone off to hunt for more people–different people–to follow them.
TRAILERS ARE A POPular form of housing for those who live on a small amount of income. They are notorious for being poor at staying sturdy during tornados, though they do have the advantage of being highly mobile and able to move from place to place with relative ease without the added burden of adjusting to a new home setting. I wonder what it says about me that I picked trailer to mean mobile home instead of any other kind of trailer like a movie or something you haul behind a truck.
i wish there was one for my life. just a little 30 second movie that could explain all that i am. that way, i wouldn’t have do answer so many questions….you would just…get me. I think i may need to watch it myself from time to time because I don’t always “get” myself.
I was born in a trailer park. It was hard but easy at the same time. I am a doctor. No one wants to hear about a doctor who was born rich. It makes a good story because I came from nothing. It gets me sympathy and gets me higher in my career. I am proud to have lived in a trailer park cause it has made me rich.
it’s right behind me it’s my ride AND MY house it pulls my stuff behind me it’s my suit case i could live in it and travel all across this great nation of ours i love the trailer it’
The trailer flew through the air right before my eyes. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, even though I knew it was true. I think about what could have happened if I wasn’t running late because of traffic amongst other things, and I thanked God for letting my daughter’s play practice running late. I only hoped the tornado would be a short lived one.
Movies aren’t cool without it.
This was the word yesterday. lame.
I was sitting in a trailer one afternoon, smoking a cigarette, working on a paper of sorts. Now, I’m not sure how many of you are smokers out there, but I am sure you all know that smoking, for some odd reason, is a mark a “cool”. If such were the truth, we wouldn’t associate white trash with trailers.
The movie trailer played and I sat there watching it idly, not really thinking about what was playing on the screen before me. I reconsidered the people I was surrounded with. My boyfriend and his friend. I wasn’t really interested in the movie so most of the trailers that came before it weren’t for me. My boyfriend and his friend laughed at the trailers and made comments about going to view it.
trash, as in I am poor and dumb and I like it that way, alas I am out of intoxicants to prevent my sad malnourished brain from attaining any understanding at all about the world or it’s contents, slow and melodic, scientific and free, no not for the trailer trash, those oh, so proud americans with a capitol A, they prefur to loaf around and drink.
The flashing of trailers is like brain washing. Multi colored lights project off that giant silver screen and onto your delicate silver face. Your eyes slurp up the numbing advertisements through their deep black pupils.
The new trailer for the second part of the seventh Harry Potter film came out today, and its coming caused quite a stir in my household. We all gathered around the computer, ages 10 to 45, to watch the new images from our soon to be favorite film of summer 2011.
Sitting in the middle of nowhere, hitting rock bottom and sitting in my trailer never felt so terrible in my life. It’s like a movie but at the same time i never felt so content with life. Being in this lonely trailer has given me a new appreciation of life.
I stepped out of the rusty trailer and looked around. Trees, trees, dirt, mosquitoes? Yes, mosquitoes. I was dreading the next two months here, stranded, maybe even alone.
the trailer was small, dirty, southern. it sat permanently parked in a home for other unwanted things, somewhere in new mexico but probably florida, where unwanted things tend to accumulate.
the word trailer can be defined in meaning things such as preview. It’s most commonly used in movie industry, with a trailer being a preview of the film, or a film. However, it can be used in different context also, such as in everyday talk, but whilst still resuming it’s meaning of the word, preview. Examples of this include “This is a just a trailer of the night we’re going to have”. Trailer’s other meaning is a large vehicle usually attached to the back of a car (or at least CAN BE attached to the back of a car) that one can live in, this gave birth to the term “trailer trash” meaning poor ass white people who can’t afford fancy things like houses.
Walking along the path I had by now memorized by heart I noticed the grass growing in between the cracks in the pavement. I reached his trailer, the pink flamingo his parents had put up sat there faded and staring lifelessly at everyone who walked up the path to the door.
ordinary,neat,enlighten.wacky.over the hill. rich text. delightful
movie house fun interesting previews popcorn queen of my double wide trailer polyester curtains paul caroline big small trashy fun
It was an old rusty thing, parked in the garage. I have been fixing it up for quiet some time now, the interior still needed some improvements, but in due time it would be fixed to a new treasure.
The redneck kicked the beer cans out the broken trailer door. Scratching himself through his overalls he stepped down and sat down in his lawn chair.
That’s me. Trailing after one person, then another, then another…can’t seem to be my own. I feel the need to trail behind others, basking in their secondhand glory. What a life, huh.
she drove away from the house with the trailer attached to the truck. All her belongings were in the trailer, it was a weird feeling, having all your belongings in one trailer, pulling it along behind you as you drive. Knowing that if it breaks, everything is gone.
its what i live for when i go tot the movies lol jk not really but they are really very entertaining of u just try to figure outwhat the acatual movie will be like.. ya know eminmem… two trailer park girls go round the outside? welll yeah i actually cant think of the song its from.
It was a cold and dusty day in the trailer park. My welfare ran out and I had resorted to cooking meth, which my baby momma detested as the fumes were noxious and choking. A dog barks. ITS THE COPS!!!!!1111
Teeming with love
Rickety plywood front steps
All the family gather
In the yard for dinner.
Love fills the simple place.
Even though there’s no air conditioning.
Real people with real hearts live here.
Trailer. There is a big bed trailer in our backyard. It’s probably like a million years old and makes the best teeter totter in the world. Every time you go you ride on the quad in the backyard, and you want to give rides, the kids always go right to the trailer and play on it like a toy.