trailer is what i live in, haha, One might use a trailer to haul something on. Trailers can also be for movie advertisements. If a trailer has no wheels on it, then its an immobile home. Better mobile homes and gardens honors trailers and everything they stand for perfectly in their stuntacular magazine.
I lived in a trailer for two years of my life. Those were the best years. I lived with my best friend Mao. While money as tight a lot, so was our friendship. I got to know him better than anyone. And he was the first one I ever fully let my brick walls down around. Some people think that if you live with the opposite sex you must like or be in love with them. Mao and I were just, are, and will alway be the bestest of friends.
next word. i want to stroll the universal cream stream. stem of dreams and i’m falling through the atmosphere like 1 2 3. and can you feel the soul of blue dresses in my eyes?
trailer parks, movie trailers, tractor trailers? what am i supposed to write about trailers? shit, time is running out. this is kind of stressing me out. I just made egg drop soup. That has nothing to do with trailers
Children falling from
front porch steps,
trip and fall
sprain an ankle,
howl at the sky to take it away
howl at the moon in some wolfish way
consider your pain
consider your state
don’t let the doctors
make you late
The movie trailers out these days are so obscure. I feel like half the time I walk away with no clue what the movie is even supposed to be about. Or they reveal all the good scenes of the movie so at the key points of the movie, you’re like ohyeah i saw this in the trailer.
we traveled from one encampment to the next stealing whatever we could from those who did not survive. We had spare tires, the days grew so hot they often burst within days… We had water… dear god we had water it was like gold. We sought out other survivors. we traveled all day and night. We knew we didn’t have much room in our trailer….
it still hasn’t updated………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….
We set off a long time ago, when I was 10 years old. We took forever going places. It was lots of fun. I still don’t like going, but the places we see are very cool. The travelling is better than an airplane.
My dad lives in a trailer home in Florida. Seems strange to me but then I guess I never really knew him. And I’ve never visited so I don’t know what it’s like to have a seasonal lanai. I do, however, know what’s it’s like to have a seasonal dad.
Bertha pushed open the thin plywood door. It wasn’t the door that came with the ’57 vehicle. Most of the things were replaced and flimsy. But it was still her trailer. Her home.
I was born in a trailer home. It’s not a very exciting beginning, or a very proud one, like what my grandparents would have wanted. What they expected, actually. They are a regal breed, the sort who live in the East and dress their grandchildren up for “high tea in the peony garden”. But no, I was the wild one, living in the trees and hiding beneath their feet..
Bit into a tart apple the other day. Reminds me of this other time I did so. When the green witch was flying on a broomstick, stroking it ever so tenderly-really fingering that wood grain, and here I was stuck in this clapboard house wondering. Word. When was this dirty little whirl wind going to end? Hmmm. Wish there were an answer, but my eyes don’t see it. Probably because I’m too busy rolling them like some kind of sad bitch. Alas, it is not so. The swirl is something I control any day and command at any hour. So Galinda or whatever your name is, I won’t be needing your assistance. I’ll conquer Oz all on my own. Assuming the Wizard tries hiding somewhere else for a change. Curtains are like so gentle-lace passé. Save it for Grandma, son. As I’m off to find my Lioness – she’s the exactly the kittenish prowler I’ve been searching for. She’s feral and raw, the kind of power I’ve been dreaming of since before I could remember. And now that I’m to the apple’s core, a seed swallow away from its end, I think I’m taking off for the approaching deadline. So many more animals to tame, so little time to do so.
Whenever I hear the word trailer, I think of the movie, 8 Mile starring Eminem. It’s such a good movie. It’s about this young guy nicknamed Rabbit, and he’s a super good rapper but no one takes him seriously because he’s white. He lives in a trailer in a beat up park in Detroit. I kind of have issues watching it now because it’s my ex boyfriend’s favorite movie and they way we broke up was a little messy…..
Trailers…Well, you can look at this in one of two ways – either something that you can use to haul things or movie trailers. I would like to think more of movie trailers, because that is more fun. I enjoy movie trailers more often than I enjoy the movies themselves. It’s something I can do with the hubby to relax.
Trailer, in a mobile home.
With my brother, Architecture in Helsinki.
I think that’s how you spell it,
I don’t know.
Where you’ve been hiding.
How are you? I had a quick day. I’ll stay up all night and try to meet halfway with who I am and who I want to be, and maybe I’ll even admit to one of those satisfied smiles I rarely do.
Because they’re always blown out of proportion, anyway.
Times up.
I hate this word. I’ve done it a thousand times. Sam, Heather, and Kyleigh are so kewl. Ohmygosh. Some day I will live in a trailer with them on a mountain top near Arizona’s fruit farms. We will meet a man who resembles Brad Pitt and Johnny Depp. If they could have a child it would be Heather’s future husband. The end. OHYEAHHHHHH
i think of trailer parks, going to our camper “trailer” in the woods in northern wisconsin evvery summer when I was little, pulling around my sister in a little green trailer that went on the back of my toy truck when i was five, and packing up a trailer to move houses.
the movie beginning and the summary of it. it is just a few minutes and it shows all the funny parts in a funny movie so when you see the movie you just see the boring parts plus the funny parts you have already seen on the trailer. its stupid i think cuz then theres no point in going to the movie because you already know what the movies about and its just stupid i think. anyways i had a good orange day today. i hope you did too because that would be awful if you did not. and i would be sad for you. like, literally.
This is where I lived my entire childhood. It was cozy. My mom, my dad, Rocket, and me. And we always had this crazy kind of furniture with all sorts of colors. And stories that my mom told. We ended up walking everywhere so the one thing we did have was nice shoes. Mine had little blue stars on the side, I remember now.
She stepped out of the trailer she had been living in for years. Her prison. Before she would look out and see Hell. But now, she sees a future. She sees herself holding that Oscar. She sees herself escaping. She sees herself living the life she’s always wanted.
She stepped out of the trailer she had been living in for years. Her prison. Before she would look out and see Hell. But now, she sees a future. She sees herself holding that Oscar and living the life she’s always wanted.
selene, is sitting on nick’s lap. it’s really cute, although I don’t know how it relates to a trailer. trailers make me think of louisiana and new orleans. my cousins live there, i’ve never seen or met them before. there was a hurricane there and my aunt almost lost her life. she was swept under water and only saved by a rope tied around her waist.
It broke her heart, the way that trailer looked. Rusty, worn down, and in short, ugly. What was worse, was the people inside it, starved children, tired looking adults, their hair a mess, clothes little more than drab, wash gray rags.
Why were things like this, she thought. Why were people so unhappy, when it was so easy to provide themselves a better life. It was so hopeless to look at, so sad. She turned away, continuing down the rows of trailers, feeling worse than when she first stepped onto the park grounds.
a trailer to a movie or a trailer as in to be pulled behind? why is a movie trailer called something like to be pulled behind when it is always in front of the movie?
i like watching interesting trailers to movies i would never have otherwise heard of…
A trailer moved my house. Everything all boxed up fit into one trailer. It was a big trailer, but it makes you feel very small to see your life for the past ten years in boxes in the back of a trailer. Very small. But what about what you can’t box up. What about what doesn’t fit on the trailer…where does that belong?
we were all traveling across the country by trailer, it was the weirdest trip ever. People cramped up against the metallic walls of a moving truck, nnore than 200 hundred souls looking for a place to lay in the grass and have a great time, listening to the silence, then move along to anther unknown destination
My aunt lives in a trailer. She lives with her husband and her two sons, and a few dogs. But only the one dog gets the love, the other lives outside in the rain and the cold and doesn’t get fed as often. Because he isn’t cute, or little, and the kids don’t like to play with him. That’s why he gets left out in the rain, forced to wander around and mope dragging his legs as he walks from the door to the doghouse. He doesn’t live in the trailer, and if I were that dog…for the first time ever I would be jealous of someone who lived in a trailer.
I feel the pressure to write about a park where everyone and no one is worried about money. I feel the need to get inside their brain for 60 seconds and determine if they are lucky because the typical woes of my life are lifted because they don’t have the means to worry about college tuition or a broken o2 sensor. I also see that there is pain in this park because they want to give their children things unatainable and persons judge them because they have more to love but no money to suit them all.
Ever heard of the YouTube video, “Sunny D and Rum”? If not, you should view it. This is the kind of people I really do not enjoy, and they live in trailers. Everyone of them. However, I do have remorse for those who are not simply there by choice, and who plan to get up and do something with their lives. YOU GO NON TRAILER TRASH PEOPLE LIVING IN TRAILERS!
It’s all they’ll ever know. It’s all they want to know. It’s everything you think you know, and yet so much more.
trailer is what i live in, haha, One might use a trailer to haul something on. Trailers can also be for movie advertisements. If a trailer has no wheels on it, then its an immobile home. Better mobile homes and gardens honors trailers and everything they stand for perfectly in their stuntacular magazine.
I lived in a trailer for two years of my life. Those were the best years. I lived with my best friend Mao. While money as tight a lot, so was our friendship. I got to know him better than anyone. And he was the first one I ever fully let my brick walls down around. Some people think that if you live with the opposite sex you must like or be in love with them. Mao and I were just, are, and will alway be the bestest of friends.
next word. i want to stroll the universal cream stream. stem of dreams and i’m falling through the atmosphere like 1 2 3. and can you feel the soul of blue dresses in my eyes?
trailer parks, movie trailers, tractor trailers? what am i supposed to write about trailers? shit, time is running out. this is kind of stressing me out. I just made egg drop soup. That has nothing to do with trailers
Children falling from
front porch steps,
trip and fall
sprain an ankle,
howl at the sky to take it away
howl at the moon in some wolfish way
consider your pain
consider your state
don’t let the doctors
make you late
for the party.
The movie trailers out these days are so obscure. I feel like half the time I walk away with no clue what the movie is even supposed to be about. Or they reveal all the good scenes of the movie so at the key points of the movie, you’re like ohyeah i saw this in the trailer.
trailer park
home
trash
white trash
truck driver
nitrogen trailer
travel
5th wheel
camping
up state
mobile home
we traveled from one encampment to the next stealing whatever we could from those who did not survive. We had spare tires, the days grew so hot they often burst within days… We had water… dear god we had water it was like gold. We sought out other survivors. we traveled all day and night. We knew we didn’t have much room in our trailer….
it still hasn’t updated………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….
We set off a long time ago, when I was 10 years old. We took forever going places. It was lots of fun. I still don’t like going, but the places we see are very cool. The travelling is better than an airplane.
A trailer is a home on wheels. It commonly houses rednecks and hill-folk. One should hope not to encounter a tornado when in a trailer.
My dad lives in a trailer home in Florida. Seems strange to me but then I guess I never really knew him. And I’ve never visited so I don’t know what it’s like to have a seasonal lanai. I do, however, know what’s it’s like to have a seasonal dad.
Bertha pushed open the thin plywood door. It wasn’t the door that came with the ’57 vehicle. Most of the things were replaced and flimsy. But it was still her trailer. Her home.
Trailers are odd, one of them tell you what you might happen in a movie. The other tells you what happened in your underwear.
scene. mowing. lawn mower. towing. trash. talk. smell. stilts. rednecks. movies. skank. small. areas. long. double wide. parks.
I was born in a trailer home. It’s not a very exciting beginning, or a very proud one, like what my grandparents would have wanted. What they expected, actually. They are a regal breed, the sort who live in the East and dress their grandchildren up for “high tea in the peony garden”. But no, I was the wild one, living in the trees and hiding beneath their feet..
Bit into a tart apple the other day. Reminds me of this other time I did so. When the green witch was flying on a broomstick, stroking it ever so tenderly-really fingering that wood grain, and here I was stuck in this clapboard house wondering. Word. When was this dirty little whirl wind going to end? Hmmm. Wish there were an answer, but my eyes don’t see it. Probably because I’m too busy rolling them like some kind of sad bitch. Alas, it is not so. The swirl is something I control any day and command at any hour. So Galinda or whatever your name is, I won’t be needing your assistance. I’ll conquer Oz all on my own. Assuming the Wizard tries hiding somewhere else for a change. Curtains are like so gentle-lace passé. Save it for Grandma, son. As I’m off to find my Lioness – she’s the exactly the kittenish prowler I’ve been searching for. She’s feral and raw, the kind of power I’ve been dreaming of since before I could remember. And now that I’m to the apple’s core, a seed swallow away from its end, I think I’m taking off for the approaching deadline. So many more animals to tame, so little time to do so.
Whenever I hear the word trailer, I think of the movie, 8 Mile starring Eminem. It’s such a good movie. It’s about this young guy nicknamed Rabbit, and he’s a super good rapper but no one takes him seriously because he’s white. He lives in a trailer in a beat up park in Detroit. I kind of have issues watching it now because it’s my ex boyfriend’s favorite movie and they way we broke up was a little messy…..
Trailers…Well, you can look at this in one of two ways – either something that you can use to haul things or movie trailers. I would like to think more of movie trailers, because that is more fun. I enjoy movie trailers more often than I enjoy the movies themselves. It’s something I can do with the hubby to relax.
car long road big tails ia want to travel with red tomatoes to sell in California
Trailer, in a mobile home.
With my brother, Architecture in Helsinki.
I think that’s how you spell it,
I don’t know.
Where you’ve been hiding.
How are you? I had a quick day. I’ll stay up all night and try to meet halfway with who I am and who I want to be, and maybe I’ll even admit to one of those satisfied smiles I rarely do.
Because they’re always blown out of proportion, anyway.
Times up.
I hate this word. I’ve done it a thousand times. Sam, Heather, and Kyleigh are so kewl. Ohmygosh. Some day I will live in a trailer with them on a mountain top near Arizona’s fruit farms. We will meet a man who resembles Brad Pitt and Johnny Depp. If they could have a child it would be Heather’s future husband. The end. OHYEAHHHHHH
i think of trailer parks, going to our camper “trailer” in the woods in northern wisconsin evvery summer when I was little, pulling around my sister in a little green trailer that went on the back of my toy truck when i was five, and packing up a trailer to move houses.
the movie beginning and the summary of it. it is just a few minutes and it shows all the funny parts in a funny movie so when you see the movie you just see the boring parts plus the funny parts you have already seen on the trailer. its stupid i think cuz then theres no point in going to the movie because you already know what the movies about and its just stupid i think. anyways i had a good orange day today. i hope you did too because that would be awful if you did not. and i would be sad for you. like, literally.
This is where I lived my entire childhood. It was cozy. My mom, my dad, Rocket, and me. And we always had this crazy kind of furniture with all sorts of colors. And stories that my mom told. We ended up walking everywhere so the one thing we did have was nice shoes. Mine had little blue stars on the side, I remember now.
Sixty seconds to tell the whole story….draw an audience in….what trails?
She stepped out of the trailer she had been living in for years. Her prison. Before she would look out and see Hell. But now, she sees a future. She sees herself holding that Oscar. She sees herself escaping. She sees herself living the life she’s always wanted.
She stepped out of the trailer she had been living in for years. Her prison. Before she would look out and see Hell. But now, she sees a future. She sees herself holding that Oscar and living the life she’s always wanted.
selene, is sitting on nick’s lap. it’s really cute, although I don’t know how it relates to a trailer. trailers make me think of louisiana and new orleans. my cousins live there, i’ve never seen or met them before. there was a hurricane there and my aunt almost lost her life. she was swept under water and only saved by a rope tied around her waist.
It broke her heart, the way that trailer looked. Rusty, worn down, and in short, ugly. What was worse, was the people inside it, starved children, tired looking adults, their hair a mess, clothes little more than drab, wash gray rags.
Why were things like this, she thought. Why were people so unhappy, when it was so easy to provide themselves a better life. It was so hopeless to look at, so sad. She turned away, continuing down the rows of trailers, feeling worse than when she first stepped onto the park grounds.
a trailer to a movie or a trailer as in to be pulled behind? why is a movie trailer called something like to be pulled behind when it is always in front of the movie?
i like watching interesting trailers to movies i would never have otherwise heard of…
A trailer moved my house. Everything all boxed up fit into one trailer. It was a big trailer, but it makes you feel very small to see your life for the past ten years in boxes in the back of a trailer. Very small. But what about what you can’t box up. What about what doesn’t fit on the trailer…where does that belong?
I know the perfect place for us to stuff this body. People there are ignored all the time, anyhow.
we were all traveling across the country by trailer, it was the weirdest trip ever. People cramped up against the metallic walls of a moving truck, nnore than 200 hundred souls looking for a place to lay in the grass and have a great time, listening to the silence, then move along to anther unknown destination
They lived in a trailer park. No real house, no real bathroom. No real life. Everyone looked the same, like a piece of the regular trailer trash.
My aunt lives in a trailer. She lives with her husband and her two sons, and a few dogs. But only the one dog gets the love, the other lives outside in the rain and the cold and doesn’t get fed as often. Because he isn’t cute, or little, and the kids don’t like to play with him. That’s why he gets left out in the rain, forced to wander around and mope dragging his legs as he walks from the door to the doghouse. He doesn’t live in the trailer, and if I were that dog…for the first time ever I would be jealous of someone who lived in a trailer.
I feel the pressure to write about a park where everyone and no one is worried about money. I feel the need to get inside their brain for 60 seconds and determine if they are lucky because the typical woes of my life are lifted because they don’t have the means to worry about college tuition or a broken o2 sensor. I also see that there is pain in this park because they want to give their children things unatainable and persons judge them because they have more to love but no money to suit them all.
park. trash thrown away. wife-beaters. wife…. beaters.
Ever heard of the YouTube video, “Sunny D and Rum”? If not, you should view it. This is the kind of people I really do not enjoy, and they live in trailers. Everyone of them. However, I do have remorse for those who are not simply there by choice, and who plan to get up and do something with their lives. YOU GO NON TRAILER TRASH PEOPLE LIVING IN TRAILERS!