A place to express everything that’s inside of you without objective or reason, just expression. A scream, a brush stroke, a movement. intoxication of the soul.
It’s often said that everyone needs outlets for, for example, energy and frustation. An outlet can be something vile, a way of dumping on others, or it can be productive and noble. All of us find outlets, noble and productive or vile and destructive.
When I need an outlet for frustration, I often cry. Crying releases emotion safely, without hurting anyone else, while signalling to others that something is seriously wrong.
She was waiting outside the outlet. It wasn’t open yet. The trashy blue and yellow cards in the window seemed to be winking at her, telling her she’d come to the wrong place. He was nowhere to be seen in the shadows. She edged closer to the streetlight.
more often than not something that most are incapable of finding. you need something you can’t find somewhere to get it. you need to get rid of something, you can’t find somewhere to get rid of it. interesting really. or just ironic.
Outlet, like an outlet for rage,m Punching bags are what some would call an outlet. This website, some would also call it an outlet, an outlet for creativity. A wonderful experience it is, some should find more outlets. It could also be an electrical outlet but thats just boring.
I don’t know what it is that keeps me coming back to search for the outlet I’ve never known. But I do. Continually searching for any way to release what I’m feeling, thinking and in some cases, doing. Where is it? Where’s my outlet?
By plugging the wire into the outlet, I was finally able to get electricity.
“Look Tom!” I said excitedly, pointing to the tiny luminescent lamp in my hands.”The lights work!”
“That’s nice dear,” The man said, sitting down as he read the newspaper. “Didn’t they all work in the first place…?”
Outlet – where the damaged or unwanted branded goods go. Is it here? Am I in an outlet? Am I damaged goods? Am I unwanted? I believe I am, in this world of perfect Marco Polo’s and Hilfiger’s, I am the vest without a button, the trousers ripped below the knee, the dress without hem line.
I think I need an outlet for my frustrations. It really doesnt help that when I sit down to write, I can’t seem to get what I want to say on the stinking page.
the place where they sell really good stuff for really cheap prices, which are their actual worth and makes you understand how brands **** you while you are shopping from a normal store.
i went to an outlet for the first time in the states, i was all alone, i had noone to go with me, it was sad, but in the same way, happy, cause i bought gifts for people i love
i liked it, it was fun
Makes me think first of all about the sea and water but then I remember about the shopping outlets – really boring and unnecessary who thought of them anyway? Oh yes I have remembered, it was the people with all the designer muck which they couldn’t get rid of because it was such a rip off in the first place.
Quite a place to dwell, so close to both urban chaos and natures tranquility, but somehow lacking the fibre of either, down here in the darkness, the dampness, my only companions the other destitutes- the rats, the roaches and the floating remnants of society above. The outlets were my salvation, a genuine breath of fresh air- basking in daylight and seeing shards of that which I had left behind.
It used to be there as a separate category. But now ASOS Outlet has disappeared into the depths of the clearance slash sale garb. Shame really, as it was quite exciting sifting through the sale items and then also through everything in the outlet tab. Alas, poor outlet, you have been pwned.
Gosto muito de ir a outlets mas ficam muito longe do sitio onde moro. Até gostava de ir lá mais vezes porque consegue-se encontrar coisas bacanas com um preço até jeitoso, se se tiver paciência. Só conheço aquele na margem sul, o que é pena. Deveria haver mais Outlets para toda a gente ter acesso a roupa de marca sem ter que gastar a imensidade de dinheiro que pedem. E as marcas, pelo que sei, também gostam disso para escoar produtos.
Outlets are very useful in life. They can create places where elctricity flow. One day an electron said to the other election. Where you going bro? The other electron reply, to heaven, through an outlet! Roflmao
She shouted so much, she was so tired of being angry all the time. But it was a great release for what she was really feeling – scared and confused and insecure and alone. A catharsis. But it would just build up again and again until she couldn’t contain it any longer. And so she shouted, releasing all of her pent-up emotions until she was hoarse. And it started again.
Recently i went to a Levi’s outlet outside my city and there i found amazing jeans at half prices. Some were even QUARTER of the prices in the city mall’s. The prices there are dirt cheap, for the same material.
Strange word really, mixture of out and let. Exit, a way out, the letting of outward motion. Where things extract themselves from our world and move onto another space within reality. I’d really like a mental one right now really… Thats it.
go go go glow
she’s gotta take her time
with all this
she needs an outlet
a space to expand her thighs
an outlet to get rid of those kind brown eyes
go go go glow
where is it?
where are we going?
give her
everyone needs an outlet. Sometimes its the purchasing of material possessions, but that’s not what i mean. I mean a vent, an avenue of creative problem solving. My avenue is writing, more specifically screen-writing. My outlet i should say. This i feel is the doorway to my inner workings. But i am a perfectionist and my outlet is but a slow solemn drip at the moment. The filters are fear of failure and maybe more importantly fear of what i will find in there. I need to push these thoughts and feelings through my outlet but the fears are preventing this. I just need to let go, to not be afraid to immerse myself in my own fictional world, have confidence in my ability to portray it correctly so that others can interpret it, hopefully, closely to what i imagine it and above all, just have fun creating. Through my outlet, i shall be free.
the wide dark mouth of the pipe was taller than either of the boys. Bending down to dig in the stained sand one heaved up a spadeful of slime and put it down in a small heap – sandcastle? -he queried.
Brooding within the dark depths of a storage room, I sheltered myself from a hateful world. Liquor in hand, I drowned away my anguish; knife in palm, I bled away my tears. Nights passed by as I elegantly painted my flesh crimson and black with a painful, yet soothing palette… my knife became my brush; my sorrow, my muse. But that was years ago, my scars have healed… and I have changed. The pen has become my brush, the paper my outlet — and she has become my inspiration.
the mysterious thing that is in the wall that things plug into. it often looks like a surprised face and is many times parodied. it can also cause electric shock. ouch. or it can be a store. like a mall outlet. hmm..
‘proxima apertura’ says the sign on the outlet window. opening soon. it has been there for nearly six months. soon, in spanish, has a different connotation. soon can mean ‘within our lifetime – just’
the outlets here in africa are so different. the ones in the bathroom don’t even work with the converter. i wonder why no one has created a universal outlet and voltage range? it would make life oh so much easier. just a thought, universe.
there is a grocery outlet a block away from my house. next to it is the music store. i buy strings for my guitar at the music store, and groceries at the grocery outlet. when i was 18 i had a friend buy me beer and my moms friend was driving by and saw me putting the eighteen pack in the trunk of my car which was parked in the grocery outlet parking lot. then my mom called me on my cell phone and asked me what i was doing. she caught me. busted.
An outlet to anger is hitting people with forks. On the sad side, this is illegal in most countries. I on the other hand choose to believe that forks were made for more than eating. More on for poking.
i wish i had one…sometimes there isn’t anyone to tell how crazy things are. sadly enough, if i did have an outlet, would i really be brave enough to say whats really going on? doubt it.
it’s something that we move towards. it’s something we need. and now i’m thinking about clothes and oregon. this is really random. and on to rivers. refreshing, new, lively, blue, waves, what we need in life. a way to let go and give things up. release. freedom. and now i’m on to electricity. plug in, power, my beautiful mac laptop.
let’s do the cliché and stick a knife in an electricity socket. we’ll see god, mama, papa, and baby Rex. it would higher than any acid trip, higher than any kite…
I was playing with the Bobby pin, twirling it idly in my fingers as I sat on the rough carpet, my seven year old brain running in the random, secret directions that a Childs brain does. For no reason, I was struck with the impulse to stick the pin into a nearby outlet. As I tentatively poked it into the hole, into that outlet that always reminded me so much of a small, surprised face, I was hit with a small jolt of electricity, and all thought was driven from my mind at the shock of the sudden sensation.
an outlet of expression is the most important thing a human life needs, next to relationship. my outlet of expression is my guitar, it does my talking whenever music is involved. It can provide the necessary expressions i want to express.
bla bla outlet, I don’t like the word. “out” “let” I want a other word please dady! It doesn’t make me happy! Give me the word happy, or love, or sunshine baby.
outlet mall
outlet on a wall
outlet – let everything out just talk just let everything out speak your mind and it doesnt matter if there is anyone there listening or if you are on your own just get everything out of your system and you’ll feel good once its all gone
A place to express everything that’s inside of you without objective or reason, just expression. A scream, a brush stroke, a movement. intoxication of the soul.
shopping centre, factoty outlet, dfo,big, shop, shopping, clothes,jb hi fi, bed sheets, 40 mins in fucking contry
It’s often said that everyone needs outlets for, for example, energy and frustation. An outlet can be something vile, a way of dumping on others, or it can be productive and noble. All of us find outlets, noble and productive or vile and destructive.
When I need an outlet for frustration, I often cry. Crying releases emotion safely, without hurting anyone else, while signalling to others that something is seriously wrong.
She was waiting outside the outlet. It wasn’t open yet. The trashy blue and yellow cards in the window seemed to be winking at her, telling her she’d come to the wrong place. He was nowhere to be seen in the shadows. She edged closer to the streetlight.
more often than not something that most are incapable of finding. you need something you can’t find somewhere to get it. you need to get rid of something, you can’t find somewhere to get rid of it. interesting really. or just ironic.
i guess this is the perfect outlet. a blank box. a tight timeframe. pressure to deliver.
an outlet for creativity? or just an outlet for thoughts…
and is that the same thing?
maybe thats all in the eye of the reader…
Outlet, like an outlet for rage,m Punching bags are what some would call an outlet. This website, some would also call it an outlet, an outlet for creativity. A wonderful experience it is, some should find more outlets. It could also be an electrical outlet but thats just boring.
I don’t know what it is that keeps me coming back to search for the outlet I’ve never known. But I do. Continually searching for any way to release what I’m feeling, thinking and in some cases, doing. Where is it? Where’s my outlet?
By plugging the wire into the outlet, I was finally able to get electricity.
“Look Tom!” I said excitedly, pointing to the tiny luminescent lamp in my hands.”The lights work!”
“That’s nice dear,” The man said, sitting down as he read the newspaper. “Didn’t they all work in the first place…?”
Outlet – where the damaged or unwanted branded goods go. Is it here? Am I in an outlet? Am I damaged goods? Am I unwanted? I believe I am, in this world of perfect Marco Polo’s and Hilfiger’s, I am the vest without a button, the trousers ripped below the knee, the dress without hem line.
I think I need an outlet for my frustrations. It really doesnt help that when I sit down to write, I can’t seem to get what I want to say on the stinking page.
the place where they sell really good stuff for really cheap prices, which are their actual worth and makes you understand how brands **** you while you are shopping from a normal store.
i love capitalism.
i went to an outlet for the first time in the states, i was all alone, i had noone to go with me, it was sad, but in the same way, happy, cause i bought gifts for people i love
i liked it, it was fun
Makes me think first of all about the sea and water but then I remember about the shopping outlets – really boring and unnecessary who thought of them anyway? Oh yes I have remembered, it was the people with all the designer muck which they couldn’t get rid of because it was such a rip off in the first place.
Quite a place to dwell, so close to both urban chaos and natures tranquility, but somehow lacking the fibre of either, down here in the darkness, the dampness, my only companions the other destitutes- the rats, the roaches and the floating remnants of society above. The outlets were my salvation, a genuine breath of fresh air- basking in daylight and seeing shards of that which I had left behind.
It used to be there as a separate category. But now ASOS Outlet has disappeared into the depths of the clearance slash sale garb. Shame really, as it was quite exciting sifting through the sale items and then also through everything in the outlet tab. Alas, poor outlet, you have been pwned.
Gosto muito de ir a outlets mas ficam muito longe do sitio onde moro. Até gostava de ir lá mais vezes porque consegue-se encontrar coisas bacanas com um preço até jeitoso, se se tiver paciência. Só conheço aquele na margem sul, o que é pena. Deveria haver mais Outlets para toda a gente ter acesso a roupa de marca sem ter que gastar a imensidade de dinheiro que pedem. E as marcas, pelo que sei, também gostam disso para escoar produtos.
a store or a factory outlet where clothes are available
Outlets are very useful in life. They can create places where elctricity flow. One day an electron said to the other election. Where you going bro? The other electron reply, to heaven, through an outlet! Roflmao
sheeper clothes
She shouted so much, she was so tired of being angry all the time. But it was a great release for what she was really feeling – scared and confused and insecure and alone. A catharsis. But it would just build up again and again until she couldn’t contain it any longer. And so she shouted, releasing all of her pent-up emotions until she was hoarse. And it started again.
Recently i went to a Levi’s outlet outside my city and there i found amazing jeans at half prices. Some were even QUARTER of the prices in the city mall’s. The prices there are dirt cheap, for the same material.
Strange word really, mixture of out and let. Exit, a way out, the letting of outward motion. Where things extract themselves from our world and move onto another space within reality. I’d really like a mental one right now really… Thats it.
go go go glow
she’s gotta take her time
with all this
she needs an outlet
a space to expand her thighs
an outlet to get rid of those kind brown eyes
go go go glow
where is it?
where are we going?
give her
everyone needs an outlet. Sometimes its the purchasing of material possessions, but that’s not what i mean. I mean a vent, an avenue of creative problem solving. My avenue is writing, more specifically screen-writing. My outlet i should say. This i feel is the doorway to my inner workings. But i am a perfectionist and my outlet is but a slow solemn drip at the moment. The filters are fear of failure and maybe more importantly fear of what i will find in there. I need to push these thoughts and feelings through my outlet but the fears are preventing this. I just need to let go, to not be afraid to immerse myself in my own fictional world, have confidence in my ability to portray it correctly so that others can interpret it, hopefully, closely to what i imagine it and above all, just have fun creating. Through my outlet, i shall be free.
the wide dark mouth of the pipe was taller than either of the boys. Bending down to dig in the stained sand one heaved up a spadeful of slime and put it down in a small heap – sandcastle? -he queried.
Brooding within the dark depths of a storage room, I sheltered myself from a hateful world. Liquor in hand, I drowned away my anguish; knife in palm, I bled away my tears. Nights passed by as I elegantly painted my flesh crimson and black with a painful, yet soothing palette… my knife became my brush; my sorrow, my muse. But that was years ago, my scars have healed… and I have changed. The pen has become my brush, the paper my outlet — and she has become my inspiration.
the mango grove was hushed and humid. the extension cord wound through the rotten fruit into the house and the outlet.
the mysterious thing that is in the wall that things plug into. it often looks like a surprised face and is many times parodied. it can also cause electric shock. ouch. or it can be a store. like a mall outlet. hmm..
‘proxima apertura’ says the sign on the outlet window. opening soon. it has been there for nearly six months. soon, in spanish, has a different connotation. soon can mean ‘within our lifetime – just’
the outlets here in africa are so different. the ones in the bathroom don’t even work with the converter. i wonder why no one has created a universal outlet and voltage range? it would make life oh so much easier. just a thought, universe.
there is a grocery outlet a block away from my house. next to it is the music store. i buy strings for my guitar at the music store, and groceries at the grocery outlet. when i was 18 i had a friend buy me beer and my moms friend was driving by and saw me putting the eighteen pack in the trunk of my car which was parked in the grocery outlet parking lot. then my mom called me on my cell phone and asked me what i was doing. she caught me. busted.
An outlet to anger is hitting people with forks. On the sad side, this is illegal in most countries. I on the other hand choose to believe that forks were made for more than eating. More on for poking.
i wish i had one…sometimes there isn’t anyone to tell how crazy things are. sadly enough, if i did have an outlet, would i really be brave enough to say whats really going on? doubt it.
it’s something that we move towards. it’s something we need. and now i’m thinking about clothes and oregon. this is really random. and on to rivers. refreshing, new, lively, blue, waves, what we need in life. a way to let go and give things up. release. freedom. and now i’m on to electricity. plug in, power, my beautiful mac laptop.
let’s do the cliché and stick a knife in an electricity socket. we’ll see god, mama, papa, and baby Rex. it would higher than any acid trip, higher than any kite…
I was playing with the Bobby pin, twirling it idly in my fingers as I sat on the rough carpet, my seven year old brain running in the random, secret directions that a Childs brain does. For no reason, I was struck with the impulse to stick the pin into a nearby outlet. As I tentatively poked it into the hole, into that outlet that always reminded me so much of a small, surprised face, I was hit with a small jolt of electricity, and all thought was driven from my mind at the shock of the sudden sensation.
an outlet of expression is the most important thing a human life needs, next to relationship. my outlet of expression is my guitar, it does my talking whenever music is involved. It can provide the necessary expressions i want to express.
bla bla outlet, I don’t like the word. “out” “let” I want a other word please dady! It doesn’t make me happy! Give me the word happy, or love, or sunshine baby.
outlet mall
outlet on a wall
outlet – let everything out just talk just let everything out speak your mind and it doesnt matter if there is anyone there listening or if you are on your own just get everything out of your system and you’ll feel good once its all gone
letting it out feels good when its all gone