Always following me no matter where i go , a trailer full of everything I’ve ever known .
Every last regret every last laugh , fills this trailer always on my behind .
Some times i wish i could leave this trailer behind , with every last fear it reminds me of .
But in the end I wouldn’t give it up for the world , it carries around memories I’ll never get back and people I may never again get to see .
there once was a man that lived in a trailer
he worked on a farm
he was a hay bailer
every friday afternoon
he’d stop down to have some brews
and enjoy the company of friends
Always following me no matter where i go , a trailer full of everything I’ve ever known .
Every last regret every last laugh , fills this trailer always on my behind .
He walked down the gravel road in the middle of the trailer park. On his right, there was a silver cube with green curtains in the windows.
Home, he thought.
He walked towards it, feeling the time drag on forever, never reaching the door. As he watched it never get closer, a blond pixie opened the door and shot him a 100-watt smile.
“You’re here!” she screamed, running out in bare feet to hug him.
She kissed him when she reached it, and then he corrected himself. This was home, he thought.
The trailer was archaic, with rusted siding, the once-white sheen long gone beneath years of accumulated oxidization, red like dried blood, and dust that had blown across the lonely fields. Though there were many other trailers around, it was lonely. No matter how many others were around, they all faced the wind, the wear, and the world alone.
I see the trailer that i used to know. The one that I called my home for 17 years. Wow, was it that long? I open the door and step inside. The floor creeks beneath my feet. I close my eyes and the room comes to life, then I run.
There are trailer parks where people live and there are also trailers that attach onto the back of a car for travel. They are also used in transport of animals.
Pixelated indifference freeze framing amongst a dialated screen. Glass circumference showcasing a bleeding mind, a frenzied hero, vivid sexuality. Streaming of the mind flowing through extended pupils, waiting
I like to watch trailers for movies. They basically tell you what your in for before you even sit down to watch it. I can always tell by the trailer wether or not it’s a movie that I would see. I like to google trailers sometimes when im bored at work.
Trailer.
Trashy Skanky Skeezy Slutty gross unbathed
poverty stricken
food stamps welfare LAZY unhappy
Obesity the true problem with america
These trailer park trash obese unintelligent sleeze balls need to be cultured and integrated into society.
My friend asked me to go to the movies with him, but I hadn’t really seen any media related stuff describing it. So I looked up the trailer. It seems overacted, too dramatic and overly clichéd, but I like him, so I’ll go anyways.
the pikeys have it down, with their caravans and self-authorship and the no-glove boxing matches. and man oh man, does brad pitt look good with those tattoos.
These words are getting harder and harder to write about. Anyway, to get all my stuff home we were going to get a UHAUL trailer, but apparently you’re not allowed to tow one with a Jeep Wrangler because it has a soft top, despite it having a roll bar. So now who knows what will happen. Time to become a minimalist.
i’m gazing upon the white panel that stares blankly & expresionlessly back at me. Like it hears my thoughts about how run down the face sags, like the pain tugging in my heart with a sorrowful story yet to be told. Abandoned, cracked, worn down, still think i’m talking about this trailer? …
Trailer park, trailer park, rusted gate, wet grass and drenched leaves, dripping on my shoes. A dim light from inside plastic, cigarette burnt windows, the chassis is rusted, as is the blue car that looks like the newest thing here, it hides behind one of the trailers like a kid playing hide and seek, or a girl embarrased by her looks and afraid to show anyone.
My aunt lives in a trailer it was weird growing up I loved to go visit her because I thought it was so magic that she lived in a house on wheels and all her neighbors were literally a door away. My cousins would run next door in their underwear to borrow cerel first thing in the morning. I loved it. It wasn’t untill years later when I was in high school I realized they were considered trash for being magic.
I grew up in a trailer, and the one thing I notice is that people who grew up in houses walk heavier than those who grew up in trailers. And when those people came to my house, I always knew where they were cause I could hear them throughout the house. I thought this was weird cause if they lived in a second story, the sound would carry to the first, but all house dwellers walked loudly.
park where people ;live in a tight knit community. It seems like a interesting place to live..one can move from place to place in a trailer. I would like to travel the US states with one of these.
Once I saw a trailer parked in a park. It was full of drunk rock musicians yelling at top of their voices. This is actually how I got to know my dear friend Garry. The end.
Doesn’t matter whichever kind it is—anymore when I see this word I find myself growing bored. Bored with stereotypes, bored with chandelier choirs, bored with all those little home buyers.
it was red, sitting amongst the brambles of the recently burned field like the first spot of autumn amonst all the other trees,. but there was no comfort of green here, no pretense of hope or happiness. it was all that remained of a once-beautiful thing, a huddled community of safe and glorious ignorance. it was all that could be salvaged from the precussions of a foolish child’s playing.
when i saw the trailer for the movie, i was immediately entranced. this was the movie i had always been waiting for. i always felt like my life was a little bit different, and now i know why. my whole life has been filmed. and this is the movie version.
like in a movie. trailer of my life, a sinopsis. do we all have our own movie? i’d like to think so. we need to be the stars of it, right? because if we’re not… it’s just a french film with nothing going on, just nice music and good photography.
My uncle lived in a trailer a while ago. I never went there because it scared me. My sister and little brother loved it though, because the neighborhood was so close. I don’t see how someone could live in such a small space. I like my house. Even if it isn’t on wheels. He doesn’t live there anymore.
Como un gigante nocturno pasó frente al hotel, haciendo vibrar las ventanas y alertando a las personas que se encontraban a merced del sueño. El trailer de Horace Boawing había llegado.
a long, white “house” in an area surrounded by many other similar looking things.. a way to haul things.. my parents food trailer that sold westender’s that they used to bring to the fair when I was little
One time i was watching tv, minding my own business and this TRAILER popped up out of nowhere for a movie that somewhat sparked my interests. It was called the truth about love. Who really knows the truth behind love, how to feel it, who feels it, when to feel it. So many questions sparked through my mind and i just couldn’t helpo thinking. People think they know all these things and can read everybodies mind but its just not up to one person to decide a whole generation of thoughts and opinions.
The man left the trailer behind, and old remnant of his past. He lived his whole life in that trailer, and as the memories flew by in his mind, he felt a strange sense of relief. So, he re-adjusted the shoulder strap of his backpack, and walked away, smiling.
i once had a trailer in the back of my house it smelled like old feet but i didn’t mind it was fun and we used to pretend to be cowboys in side. until the day it got sold now the lot is where we play Indians/ as an adult i look back and see it and always wish there was a way i could find another one just like it, but as hard as i try i cant.
Always following me no matter where i go , a trailer full of everything I’ve ever known .
Every last regret every last laugh , fills this trailer always on my behind .
Some times i wish i could leave this trailer behind , with every last fear it reminds me of .
But in the end I wouldn’t give it up for the world , it carries around memories I’ll never get back and people I may never again get to see .
there once was a man that lived in a trailer
he worked on a farm
he was a hay bailer
every friday afternoon
he’d stop down to have some brews
and enjoy the company of friends
Always following me no matter where i go , a trailer full of everything I’ve ever known .
Every last regret every last laugh , fills this trailer always on my behind .
He walked down the gravel road in the middle of the trailer park. On his right, there was a silver cube with green curtains in the windows.
Home, he thought.
He walked towards it, feeling the time drag on forever, never reaching the door. As he watched it never get closer, a blond pixie opened the door and shot him a 100-watt smile.
“You’re here!” she screamed, running out in bare feet to hug him.
She kissed him when she reached it, and then he corrected himself. This was home, he thought.
The trailer was archaic, with rusted siding, the once-white sheen long gone beneath years of accumulated oxidization, red like dried blood, and dust that had blown across the lonely fields. Though there were many other trailers around, it was lonely. No matter how many others were around, they all faced the wind, the wear, and the world alone.
I see the trailer that i used to know. The one that I called my home for 17 years. Wow, was it that long? I open the door and step inside. The floor creeks beneath my feet. I close my eyes and the room comes to life, then I run.
There are trailer parks where people live and there are also trailers that attach onto the back of a car for travel. They are also used in transport of animals.
Don’t stop now. The bags are packed and loaded. Trailer’s hitched and goodbye hugs are done. Only question left, where are you going?
Trailer. The first thing I thought of was a movie trailer. Then a trailer in a trailer park.
– maybe a trailer *about* a trailer park!
Or someone leaving a trail as they walk on the beach. A trail left by the long tail they had hanging behind them as they walked.
…. maybe that’s how the word came about. From people with long tails leaving trails on the beach.
Pixelated indifference freeze framing amongst a dialated screen. Glass circumference showcasing a bleeding mind, a frenzied hero, vivid sexuality. Streaming of the mind flowing through extended pupils, waiting
white trash. trailer park. youth in revolt. movie stars hang out in them. appropriate title for movie previews.
I like to watch trailers for movies. They basically tell you what your in for before you even sit down to watch it. I can always tell by the trailer wether or not it’s a movie that I would see. I like to google trailers sometimes when im bored at work.
Trailer.
Trashy Skanky Skeezy Slutty gross unbathed
poverty stricken
food stamps welfare LAZY unhappy
Obesity the true problem with america
These trailer park trash obese unintelligent sleeze balls need to be cultured and integrated into society.
My friend asked me to go to the movies with him, but I hadn’t really seen any media related stuff describing it. So I looked up the trailer. It seems overacted, too dramatic and overly clichéd, but I like him, so I’ll go anyways.
Austin Austin Austin Austin Austin cayea cayea
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the pikeys have it down, with their caravans and self-authorship and the no-glove boxing matches. and man oh man, does brad pitt look good with those tattoos.
my Nana used to live in a trailer in the trailer park in Ontario.
These words are getting harder and harder to write about. Anyway, to get all my stuff home we were going to get a UHAUL trailer, but apparently you’re not allowed to tow one with a Jeep Wrangler because it has a soft top, despite it having a roll bar. So now who knows what will happen. Time to become a minimalist.
MOVIES, ACTORS, BEST FILMINGS, FRIENDS, POP CORN,
i’m gazing upon the white panel that stares blankly & expresionlessly back at me. Like it hears my thoughts about how run down the face sags, like the pain tugging in my heart with a sorrowful story yet to be told. Abandoned, cracked, worn down, still think i’m talking about this trailer? …
Trailer park, trailer park, rusted gate, wet grass and drenched leaves, dripping on my shoes. A dim light from inside plastic, cigarette burnt windows, the chassis is rusted, as is the blue car that looks like the newest thing here, it hides behind one of the trailers like a kid playing hide and seek, or a girl embarrased by her looks and afraid to show anyone.
one word trailer what else should i write? don’t know trailer? however, jane jamie username password facebook andre whatever.
My aunt lives in a trailer it was weird growing up I loved to go visit her because I thought it was so magic that she lived in a house on wheels and all her neighbors were literally a door away. My cousins would run next door in their underwear to borrow cerel first thing in the morning. I loved it. It wasn’t untill years later when I was in high school I realized they were considered trash for being magic.
i have never lived in a trailer. at least the mobile homes that attach to a truck. but i have lived in mobile homes that have engines and wheels.
People who live in trailer parks have a bad reputation. They have a reputation of being stupid. Lots of times, they deserve this reputation.
I grew up in a trailer, and the one thing I notice is that people who grew up in houses walk heavier than those who grew up in trailers. And when those people came to my house, I always knew where they were cause I could hear them throughout the house. I thought this was weird cause if they lived in a second story, the sound would carry to the first, but all house dwellers walked loudly.
park where people ;live in a tight knit community. It seems like a interesting place to live..one can move from place to place in a trailer. I would like to travel the US states with one of these.
Once I saw a trailer parked in a park. It was full of drunk rock musicians yelling at top of their voices. This is actually how I got to know my dear friend Garry. The end.
Doesn’t matter whichever kind it is—anymore when I see this word I find myself growing bored. Bored with stereotypes, bored with chandelier choirs, bored with all those little home buyers.
it was red, sitting amongst the brambles of the recently burned field like the first spot of autumn amonst all the other trees,. but there was no comfort of green here, no pretense of hope or happiness. it was all that remained of a once-beautiful thing, a huddled community of safe and glorious ignorance. it was all that could be salvaged from the precussions of a foolish child’s playing.
when i saw the trailer for the movie, i was immediately entranced. this was the movie i had always been waiting for. i always felt like my life was a little bit different, and now i know why. my whole life has been filmed. and this is the movie version.
like in a movie. trailer of my life, a sinopsis. do we all have our own movie? i’d like to think so. we need to be the stars of it, right? because if we’re not… it’s just a french film with nothing going on, just nice music and good photography.
My uncle lived in a trailer a while ago. I never went there because it scared me. My sister and little brother loved it though, because the neighborhood was so close. I don’t see how someone could live in such a small space. I like my house. Even if it isn’t on wheels. He doesn’t live there anymore.
Lfe is a matter of very day
Como un gigante nocturno pasó frente al hotel, haciendo vibrar las ventanas y alertando a las personas que se encontraban a merced del sueño. El trailer de Horace Boawing había llegado.
a long, white “house” in an area surrounded by many other similar looking things.. a way to haul things.. my parents food trailer that sold westender’s that they used to bring to the fair when I was little
One time i was watching tv, minding my own business and this TRAILER popped up out of nowhere for a movie that somewhat sparked my interests. It was called the truth about love. Who really knows the truth behind love, how to feel it, who feels it, when to feel it. So many questions sparked through my mind and i just couldn’t helpo thinking. People think they know all these things and can read everybodies mind but its just not up to one person to decide a whole generation of thoughts and opinions.
The man left the trailer behind, and old remnant of his past. He lived his whole life in that trailer, and as the memories flew by in his mind, he felt a strange sense of relief. So, he re-adjusted the shoulder strap of his backpack, and walked away, smiling.
i once had a trailer in the back of my house it smelled like old feet but i didn’t mind it was fun and we used to pretend to be cowboys in side. until the day it got sold now the lot is where we play Indians/ as an adult i look back and see it and always wish there was a way i could find another one just like it, but as hard as i try i cant.