there was a woman who lived in a trailer park. one night she got drunk off of twisted tea and decided that she was hungry for some Rosa’s cheesy bread, so she ordered a half sausage and half hawaiian pizza which she devoured in 30 seconds.
Brit
Oh how I love my trailer, it’s so darn cute, I can’t wait to go camping.
It’s so nice to have all my things in one place, and to have a nice dry space
I’m so glad we bought this trailer, my beautiful trailer!
Sue
Why should I care about trailers? They’re either there to cart stuff around, or to completely exaggerate what happens in a movie before it comes out, or while it’s out. They’re useful, but… sometimes they’re not. I vow never to use them/ watch them, unless I really, really need to.
in a trailer, it burns up. fumes melt your eyes like a plastic doll belonging to your future child. i am in hell with you now. the fumes in hell are made of burning plastic dolls. it lingers forever. i miss you. i kiss you. in a trailer you kiss me. in a trailer you hit me.
Megan
i saw the trailer for the roommate. it’s the movie i was supposed to see tonight. but i cancelled going with my new friends. my best friend needs me tonight. i love you maxine :) ♥
Shannon
He used the trailer for hauling stuff mostly. He wanted to get Doreen out of that nasty trailer park that once was nice and clean…but now it was just filthy. Doreen had asked him nicely a few times, but he just didn’t have the money to pull it off. The Trailer seemed like it was just to awful to live in anymore.
Gia Saulnier
trailers:did this yesterday wedding fever getting to this site??? come on guys get it together! how we suppposed to get inspired?
one day i woke up and the window wouldn’t close and it was sweaty and rusty and hot and i just needed to get out of the box so i got some water and stepped outside. the water flowed down my fingertips and collected, but didn’t fall, it just clung there like a petal. i did this for each of my fingers and then wiggled them just a little to feel the sensation of cool love.
Alex Ackroyd
a trailer is a window. a glimpse. to create expectations. of a reality. or may be a dream. to create interest, an internal debate.. a justification of ideas. entertainment. truth, stranger than fiction? they say theres no smoke without a fire? the ideas are all based on some reality.
I watched a movie trailer the other day. It was for an action movie coming to theaters this summer. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2. I am so excited to see the final installment of this series. I should read the books again.
Jean
Things jumping out of place,
flying, swooping,
all from that thing.
That stupid little trailer.
The one he drags behind his car.
Carrying what’s left of my life.
Jess
I don’t care about trailers. Why should I care about trailers? They’re kinda dumb and unattractive on the side of the road. Glad I don’t live in a trailer. Sorry for those I’ve offended by this comment. Unless we’re talking about movie trailers… are we? I love movie trailers. Can’t wait for the last Harry Potter movie!
Nicole
Park white trash wife beaters drinking coors light.
the smell of bonfires during an autumn evening.
Broken glass, shards of gross on a lawn, unmowed.
Living in a trailer, offering a certain type of freedom. Mobility.
autumn
We were driving down the mountain, the trailer following loyally, as usual. I always imagined what would happen to us and everyone else if it were to decide it didn’t want to come anymore. A new life, you know? I often pictured these wacked scenes of the trailer standing in the ocean holding a whiskey and an umbrella. Maybe parked somewhere with grass growing up around it, sometimes these weird ruins would be there.
Haberdashery
Backing the car with the trailer attached was an art. It should be something done in relaxation and not to be attempted when needing a three point turn on a busy road.
A sneak peak into the heart of a movie. Sometimes they are dumb and overly dramatic, and other times they perfectly capture the epicness that the movie contains. There is always the same guy with the deep voice that narrates the story, but he never gets old. Trailers are great, sometimes to laugh at and other times just to watch in anticipation.
Samah Pirzada
A trailer sitting felatiously in a small park. Trash they say trash. but we arent listening we arent listening. As country voices drawl over xm satelite radio hotdogs boil over on the small two burner stove.
Shayne
It begins like everything else, with a bit of music, a lot of fanfare and all my interest. And, as with everything, I want to give it a try, at the very least I want to find out for myself if it is something that is worth my time. How else am I going to know if I want to see the movie or not?
A series of images depicting a movie that is soon to come out. It will highlight the main points of the movie, making it appear more awesome than it actually is. In some cases, there is no need to go see the movie because the trailer contains the begining middle and end. Where is the surprise in life anymore? Anywhere but trailers.
Jenny
the trailer for the snowy evening was a quiet frost that bit at the tippens of his ears and a whispering fog that settle around the tea vapor, chamomile cradled in his hands.
Dori
remember boy meets world, remember that trailer park? yeah, that trailer park. it’s sad that people live like that. nobody should have to live like that. nobody should have to live in an unstable home, grow up not being able to trust anyone or anything. not like i would now, i’ve had the “perfect” childhood, but i sympathise, i do. it would solve so many of the world’s problems if children just grew up in the environment that they all need and deserve.
Zefan Araya
We had a real nice pop-up trailer when I was growing up. We always would take it up in our same old spot on Racoony Mountain in West Virginia. I always remember the picture of us as kids being hugged by my grandma in an old fishing hat. We were so small. Sometimes I feel like it never really happened. Now the trailer is sitting, waiting, rusting in my grandparent’s backyard, next to their own old trailer actually. We haven’t remembered it in ages. It’s so square. And lonely. We mention it sometimes. And then it falls behind to the depths of our memories when time did not fly by so quick and trailers were the epicenter of our lives.
Trailer- trash , he didn’t actually say it but he was cutting her beautiful red hair and when he asked where she lived , she thought of answering Nutley Lane as it would not have provoked an adverse reaction but she thought oh well I ‘ll go for hte truth and it now hung in the air separationg them , making her lesser than less . He stood there scissors poised just gazing at himself in the mirror . She could never retrieve herself now .
Anna Grogan
somnath hore
“My sphere of activity has been primarily based in Calcutta, Delhi and Santiniketan. At the art school, for reasons primarily political and financial, I concentrated on the cheaper medium of wood cuts. Had I not accepted Atul Bose’s invitation to join the Indian Art School [College?] and assume the responsibility of establishing a printmaking department in that institute, my life would have flown down a different course.
The Delhi phase of my oeuvre came as a challenge. I was constantly encountering new innovations from various countries in the numerous exhibitions, and was imbibing knowledge about techniques and processes from journals, magazines, books.”—excerpts from An Autobiographical Statement
Somnath Hore
Prints Drawings Posters
The show at Seagull Arts and Media Resource Centre, on view till 6 May, 2011, comprises of over one hundred works from a period spanning four decades. Colour etchings done between 1957 – 1967 while he was based in Delhi, lithographs from the period when he had just moved from Delhi to Santiniketan, black and white etchings from the Savage series, posters, pen and ink drawings and pen,ink and colour wash drawings.
A unique opportunity to see Somnath Hore’s works of different periods.
I was watching the movie trailer when he took my hand. I looked into his eyes and I knew at once it was true; love, that is. How stupid that it took a ridiculous movie trailer for some B budget movie neither of us actually wants to see for me to realize that. I smile and he presses his lips against mine. He strokes one hand down my cheek and I find myself grinning like an idiot. So this is love!
Melissa Smith
She watched the trailer for the new movie in silence as a tear slid down her cheek. That movie was supposed to be her’s. She had been cast the leading actress, had the part right i her hand until, well until the damn accident. Furious she grabbed her glass from the table beside her, flinging it at the damn television in rage. The glass shattered as did the television screen. “Great” she muttered to herself before falling back against the couch, letting the now angry tears slide down her face.
Wendy
this is an opening advertisment for an upcoming movie that you watch at the theaters. Now days ads do a better job of promoting the same material, and
Derwin hooked up his trailer and set down the road, with a big ol’ box of chawin’ terbacky. At the edge of town, he slowed down to idle long enough to shoot out the “Welcome to Toadsuck, AK” sign with his double-barrel. Then, he was on his way — he weren’t gonna turn back, ever. He couldn’t show his face back in Toadsuck, Arkansas again, not after that incident with the can of pork fat and the inflatable velociraptor.
At the drive in with Dustin. He’s feeling my leg like he knows where its going. Actually, he does. This makes me want to get out of the car, but I can’t, because there’s no where to go, no lobby to sit in or friends to secretly text in the bathroom. This is the worst date ever. Probably worse that this trailer.
Sara Lindsey
There is a trailer in a park and who lives there? Trailer trash. Her real name is Sandy and she is pregnant. She is scared because she has no money to support the baby that is coming in four months. But she is hopeful because she is keeping it. She just wants the father to come home. Where the fuck is he anyway? The situation is a tragic one.
Bless Hornsby
I used to go on trips to the U.P. with my parents and sister. We had a trailer. Until they got divorced. Those were probably my best memories. I haven’t been since.
Kendra Spence
Maybe I’m experiencing a cycle right now. Maybe a gestation period which I’ve been thinking it’s been for so long. I’m not quite sure. Either or. Feels more like a gestation period. Time to go travelling into this new place and discover what I may. How new. How exciting!
The wind blew the trailer across the field. Like a leaf it shuddered against the gusts and the gale swept it forward. It was barely recognizable. What had once been a home was diminished to little more than rubble.
i was 18 when we hooked the trailer up to be loaded down with the things i deemed worthy to take with me into adulthood. i had just graduated and was all too anxious to begin my new life. i wasn’t looking back. my first apartment was cleaner than any place i’ve lived since then. it seems maturity and organizatio have evaded me as time has passed. but i also live life a little harder and a little faster.
Amy Stinnett
Trailer park trash. Probably what most people think of when they think of West Virginia.
Probably what I’ve been fighting against my entire life, the reason I wanted out of this state.
Until I realized it’s not just trailer parks and coal mines, it’s mountains and hollers and home.
sem
I do not much like the idea of spending any amount of time in a trailer. In my experience they are often cold, old, and dirty.
there was a woman who lived in a trailer park. one night she got drunk off of twisted tea and decided that she was hungry for some Rosa’s cheesy bread, so she ordered a half sausage and half hawaiian pizza which she devoured in 30 seconds.
Oh how I love my trailer, it’s so darn cute, I can’t wait to go camping.
It’s so nice to have all my things in one place, and to have a nice dry space
I’m so glad we bought this trailer, my beautiful trailer!
Why should I care about trailers? They’re either there to cart stuff around, or to completely exaggerate what happens in a movie before it comes out, or while it’s out. They’re useful, but… sometimes they’re not. I vow never to use them/ watch them, unless I really, really need to.
in a trailer, it burns up. fumes melt your eyes like a plastic doll belonging to your future child. i am in hell with you now. the fumes in hell are made of burning plastic dolls. it lingers forever. i miss you. i kiss you. in a trailer you kiss me. in a trailer you hit me.
i saw the trailer for the roommate. it’s the movie i was supposed to see tonight. but i cancelled going with my new friends. my best friend needs me tonight. i love you maxine :) ♥
He used the trailer for hauling stuff mostly. He wanted to get Doreen out of that nasty trailer park that once was nice and clean…but now it was just filthy. Doreen had asked him nicely a few times, but he just didn’t have the money to pull it off. The Trailer seemed like it was just to awful to live in anymore.
trailers:did this yesterday wedding fever getting to this site??? come on guys get it together! how we suppposed to get inspired?
one day i woke up and the window wouldn’t close and it was sweaty and rusty and hot and i just needed to get out of the box so i got some water and stepped outside. the water flowed down my fingertips and collected, but didn’t fall, it just clung there like a petal. i did this for each of my fingers and then wiggled them just a little to feel the sensation of cool love.
a trailer is a window. a glimpse. to create expectations. of a reality. or may be a dream. to create interest, an internal debate.. a justification of ideas. entertainment. truth, stranger than fiction? they say theres no smoke without a fire? the ideas are all based on some reality.
Ww
I watched a movie trailer the other day. It was for an action movie coming to theaters this summer. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2. I am so excited to see the final installment of this series. I should read the books again.
Things jumping out of place,
flying, swooping,
all from that thing.
That stupid little trailer.
The one he drags behind his car.
Carrying what’s left of my life.
I don’t care about trailers. Why should I care about trailers? They’re kinda dumb and unattractive on the side of the road. Glad I don’t live in a trailer. Sorry for those I’ve offended by this comment. Unless we’re talking about movie trailers… are we? I love movie trailers. Can’t wait for the last Harry Potter movie!
Park white trash wife beaters drinking coors light.
the smell of bonfires during an autumn evening.
Broken glass, shards of gross on a lawn, unmowed.
Living in a trailer, offering a certain type of freedom. Mobility.
We were driving down the mountain, the trailer following loyally, as usual. I always imagined what would happen to us and everyone else if it were to decide it didn’t want to come anymore. A new life, you know? I often pictured these wacked scenes of the trailer standing in the ocean holding a whiskey and an umbrella. Maybe parked somewhere with grass growing up around it, sometimes these weird ruins would be there.
Backing the car with the trailer attached was an art. It should be something done in relaxation and not to be attempted when needing a three point turn on a busy road.
something with cars and
A sneak peak into the heart of a movie. Sometimes they are dumb and overly dramatic, and other times they perfectly capture the epicness that the movie contains. There is always the same guy with the deep voice that narrates the story, but he never gets old. Trailers are great, sometimes to laugh at and other times just to watch in anticipation.
A trailer sitting felatiously in a small park. Trash they say trash. but we arent listening we arent listening. As country voices drawl over xm satelite radio hotdogs boil over on the small two burner stove.
It begins like everything else, with a bit of music, a lot of fanfare and all my interest. And, as with everything, I want to give it a try, at the very least I want to find out for myself if it is something that is worth my time. How else am I going to know if I want to see the movie or not?
A series of images depicting a movie that is soon to come out. It will highlight the main points of the movie, making it appear more awesome than it actually is. In some cases, there is no need to go see the movie because the trailer contains the begining middle and end. Where is the surprise in life anymore? Anywhere but trailers.
the trailer for the snowy evening was a quiet frost that bit at the tippens of his ears and a whispering fog that settle around the tea vapor, chamomile cradled in his hands.
remember boy meets world, remember that trailer park? yeah, that trailer park. it’s sad that people live like that. nobody should have to live like that. nobody should have to live in an unstable home, grow up not being able to trust anyone or anything. not like i would now, i’ve had the “perfect” childhood, but i sympathise, i do. it would solve so many of the world’s problems if children just grew up in the environment that they all need and deserve.
We had a real nice pop-up trailer when I was growing up. We always would take it up in our same old spot on Racoony Mountain in West Virginia. I always remember the picture of us as kids being hugged by my grandma in an old fishing hat. We were so small. Sometimes I feel like it never really happened. Now the trailer is sitting, waiting, rusting in my grandparent’s backyard, next to their own old trailer actually. We haven’t remembered it in ages. It’s so square. And lonely. We mention it sometimes. And then it falls behind to the depths of our memories when time did not fly by so quick and trailers were the epicenter of our lives.
Trailer- trash , he didn’t actually say it but he was cutting her beautiful red hair and when he asked where she lived , she thought of answering Nutley Lane as it would not have provoked an adverse reaction but she thought oh well I ‘ll go for hte truth and it now hung in the air separationg them , making her lesser than less . He stood there scissors poised just gazing at himself in the mirror . She could never retrieve herself now .
somnath hore
“My sphere of activity has been primarily based in Calcutta, Delhi and Santiniketan. At the art school, for reasons primarily political and financial, I concentrated on the cheaper medium of wood cuts. Had I not accepted Atul Bose’s invitation to join the Indian Art School [College?] and assume the responsibility of establishing a printmaking department in that institute, my life would have flown down a different course.
The Delhi phase of my oeuvre came as a challenge. I was constantly encountering new innovations from various countries in the numerous exhibitions, and was imbibing knowledge about techniques and processes from journals, magazines, books.”—excerpts from An Autobiographical Statement
Somnath Hore
Prints Drawings Posters
The show at Seagull Arts and Media Resource Centre, on view till 6 May, 2011, comprises of over one hundred works from a period spanning four decades. Colour etchings done between 1957 – 1967 while he was based in Delhi, lithographs from the period when he had just moved from Delhi to Santiniketan, black and white etchings from the Savage series, posters, pen and ink drawings and pen,ink and colour wash drawings.
A unique opportunity to see Somnath Hore’s works of different periods.
http://www.seagullindia.com/samrc/sh2011/sh2011print.html
I was watching the movie trailer when he took my hand. I looked into his eyes and I knew at once it was true; love, that is. How stupid that it took a ridiculous movie trailer for some B budget movie neither of us actually wants to see for me to realize that. I smile and he presses his lips against mine. He strokes one hand down my cheek and I find myself grinning like an idiot. So this is love!
She watched the trailer for the new movie in silence as a tear slid down her cheek. That movie was supposed to be her’s. She had been cast the leading actress, had the part right i her hand until, well until the damn accident. Furious she grabbed her glass from the table beside her, flinging it at the damn television in rage. The glass shattered as did the television screen. “Great” she muttered to herself before falling back against the couch, letting the now angry tears slide down her face.
this is an opening advertisment for an upcoming movie that you watch at the theaters. Now days ads do a better job of promoting the same material, and
camión, transporte, película, viaje, rudeza, distancia, video, ?, horizonte, rueda, ruido, antiguo, camino, cargamennto
Derwin hooked up his trailer and set down the road, with a big ol’ box of chawin’ terbacky. At the edge of town, he slowed down to idle long enough to shoot out the “Welcome to Toadsuck, AK” sign with his double-barrel. Then, he was on his way — he weren’t gonna turn back, ever. He couldn’t show his face back in Toadsuck, Arkansas again, not after that incident with the can of pork fat and the inflatable velociraptor.
At the drive in with Dustin. He’s feeling my leg like he knows where its going. Actually, he does. This makes me want to get out of the car, but I can’t, because there’s no where to go, no lobby to sit in or friends to secretly text in the bathroom. This is the worst date ever. Probably worse that this trailer.
There is a trailer in a park and who lives there? Trailer trash. Her real name is Sandy and she is pregnant. She is scared because she has no money to support the baby that is coming in four months. But she is hopeful because she is keeping it. She just wants the father to come home. Where the fuck is he anyway? The situation is a tragic one.
I used to go on trips to the U.P. with my parents and sister. We had a trailer. Until they got divorced. Those were probably my best memories. I haven’t been since.
Maybe I’m experiencing a cycle right now. Maybe a gestation period which I’ve been thinking it’s been for so long. I’m not quite sure. Either or. Feels more like a gestation period. Time to go travelling into this new place and discover what I may. How new. How exciting!
mullets, bud light, travel, rural florida, smelly.
The wind blew the trailer across the field. Like a leaf it shuddered against the gusts and the gale swept it forward. It was barely recognizable. What had once been a home was diminished to little more than rubble.
i was 18 when we hooked the trailer up to be loaded down with the things i deemed worthy to take with me into adulthood. i had just graduated and was all too anxious to begin my new life. i wasn’t looking back. my first apartment was cleaner than any place i’ve lived since then. it seems maturity and organizatio have evaded me as time has passed. but i also live life a little harder and a little faster.
Trailer park trash. Probably what most people think of when they think of West Virginia.
Probably what I’ve been fighting against my entire life, the reason I wanted out of this state.
Until I realized it’s not just trailer parks and coal mines, it’s mountains and hollers and home.
I do not much like the idea of spending any amount of time in a trailer. In my experience they are often cold, old, and dirty.