The shopping outlet was situatied in the middle of nothingness. Obviously the road had been built for excatly this purpose, shooing would be shoppers to a mall with delusions of bargins and value. A very large white elephant.
I was of bringing energy in and a way of letting energy out. Fill it with a plug or use it as a tunnel. I need one for all of my potential energy…let’s turn in kinetic! Oh, but what to do… I don’t know.
this is the opening, the way and the streammouth to another thing. Stores use them as an interface, but in terms of infrastructure, and outlet is the connector from one section to another section, it is an exit of course, hence the out but it is also an entrance, the let like in let, allows things to pass through. Anoutlet of emotions is a powerful gushing, a force a shaped experience, that is dynamic by its very nature, an outlet is not, and should not be in any way static.
factory, sewage, emotional. Does the same old shit come out of each? Fact ry utlet says the sign above our local emporium selling flimsy chipboard furniture and slender chairs made of a pale metal.
funny that the word should be outlet, because this website is an outlet for me. i can put my ideas down, my thoughts, my writing. i can write whatever comes to my mind. http://www.oneword.com is an outlet for my creative thinking.
The power outlet sizzled, and then sparks came flying out. Suddenly, I felt a jolt in my hands as if something had shook it really fast. I immediately dropped the cord, and jumped back, yelping at the intense weird feeling. My hands felt numb and distant for a few seconds, until I could flex my fingers again. I had just been electrocuted for the first time.
I need an outlet for this rage, this helplessness.
The future looms,
dooming me to uncertainty.
I can clearly what ought to be,
but am powerless to change what will be.
Fast food outlets are what ruin people. Drugs of nations, breeding addicts to the unhealthy, the fatty, the greasy and the finger lickin’ good. Fast food outlets are like drug dealers. They give us a pleasant high, but eventually, they kill us. Sad truth, isn’t it? Well, don’t worry. You enjoy your Big Mac, sunshine. While it lasts.
There was a wall outlet beside my bed, and I plugged in my lamp–my special lamp–while my husband turned over in the other bed grumpily. It wasn’t a cheap hotel, but they’d given us the kind of room we wanted.
it’s a place where you can get clothes for less money than in regular stored. that’s cool because i don’t like to spend money. i have one really near to my house so that’s nice, the clothes are ugly though so that sucks but it’s still fun to get cheap things. kthxbye
I plugged the device into the outlet and turned back to woman seated on the chair before me. She was naked and captive, and would remain so until I had answers to my questions. I picked up the two leads, clamps on the ends that looked like they came from a set of jumper cables. I stroked the clamps together like a knife on a sharpening steel. The resulting sparks had the desired effect as she showed the whites of her eyes.
Writing is my outlet. It is my way of getting everything off my chest and letting myself go. There is something about the pen gliding across the paper, or my fingers zooming across the keyboard that is so magically relieving. Writing is my outlet.
a way to express yourself. writing. thinking. evasion and escapism. thinking about nothing but yourself. wanting to be involved in something only you enjoy. something that you can do to forget about everything. a plug. power source. your life’s power source. without it, you’d turn off. You’d leave it behind.
an outlet is something you plug your phone charger or ipod charger in. i love outlets because it lets me charge my phone. i couldn’t live without my phone. it also lets me charge my ipod. that is something i couldn’t live without ether. lalalalalllalalala thats what i do with my ipod….outlets are funn and cooleo! hahahaha i am so tired that i dont even know what i am talking about! mann i want to sleep! goodnight!:)
When i hear outlet i think of malls. And the things that always shock me me when i plug something in…. As summer says i guess i’m an idiot, because i get shocked??? Sooooooo Yeahh
When i hear outlet it reminds me of electricity. Also the broken vacume at my house that wont plug into the outlet because my sister broke the little plug in thingy. Good thing someone fixed it. I hate using a broom.
The only thing I think of when I hear the word outlet is some freaking idiot sticking their finger in an electrical outlet. I mean seriously! Who in their right mind would do that?
there was a shopping outlet near our house. Most of the people in the surrounding towns would come to visit on special sales days and that would clog up the highways and local streets. I didn’t particularly like the added chaos that outsiders brought with them but for this Christmas season I didn’t mind so much. The lights went on and the outlet shone beautifully.
friends are often the outlet to our emotions. outlet to all those bad relationship fights, complex thought about life, career, future. but isint it true that we are the real outlet to all this baggage. most often.. even if we say these things out loud,we
on the wall where the lamp is plugged in? no don’t put the sciccors in the outlet sarah! stupid wife! go get me a beer! dang it. uhhhhhh sarah has computer plugged in? uhhh ive gotten shocked?? uhhhhh anything else?
The outlet was blocked and the mouse crawled away, in a circle, then back to the outlet and called, but the cat, on the other side of the outlet just meowed. He was hungry so with his paw unblocked the outlet and ate the mouse.
There is a shopping place near where I live – an ‘outlet centre’ – shop-speak for collection of shops with ends-of-ranges etc. Great value for things like suitcases or shoes. But still nothing like as exciting as a proper market!
the lamp plugged into the outlet but it shorted out immediately. The cord was yanked out by the guy and tossed aside. Suddenly he shoved his finger into the outlet and jolted himself backwards.
Whenever you are in a bad place for example angry or sad it is often helpful to have an oulet, something you can use to paint your feelings onto without any repurcussions.
“No, honey. I said we needed to go to the outlet mall,” Mrs. Freter-Chakrate said into her headset. “The regular malls don’t to carry it.” “Are you sure we have to,” her husband asked. “I hate going to the outlet mall. There are too many people, and they always look at us funny.” “Now, dear,” she replied as she adjusted the GPS coordinates. “We’ll be in and out, I promise. But we do need a new Ionic Subatomic Particle Converter or I simply won’t be able to make breakfast.” “Oh all right,” he grumbled. “But I’m engaging the cloaking device.”
great still the same word. i thought it’d changed by now. anyway, i was ranting about this yesterday, venting my frustration of having missed the day when chocolate was word of the day, but somehow managing to be here for outlet. twice. i also said how the best kind of outlet is one that makes self expression easier. woo.
I am an outlet for my music. It lives in me and I let it come through me. I love writing songs because it reminds me of what love and life really is. It comes to me, I do not come to it. I wouldn’t be living if it wasn’t with music. – Nico Blackheart
The outlet for his pain was gone. In fact the outlet for his entire life was gone. His whole world, everything that meant anything to his existence was gone. He was reduced to being a man with melting flesh staring at 4 nuclear mushroom clouds from a burned out basement sans house. Just him and the ashy remains of his friend Michael. What a day.
the outlet sparked as the man pulled the bright orange extension cord out of the socket. If only he knew that there was more to that single outlet then just electrical currents.
it can be of pipe or anything. outlet usually denotes the place from where things come out. outlet is complimentary to inlet. outlet means to let out the things. i dont know what else should i write about outlet..
the things in the outlet can be many.
He wondered: what could be the harm. It certainly didn’t look all that bad. Timmy had done it. Twice! Why shouldn’t he? Mom didn’t know everything, did she? Certainly that was a myth, like kids dying from falling over, or the nutritional value of broccoli…
James furrowed his brow and stuck out his tongue. Just one lick couldn’t hurt!
The shopping outlet was situatied in the middle of nothingness. Obviously the road had been built for excatly this purpose, shooing would be shoppers to a mall with delusions of bargins and value. A very large white elephant.
I was of bringing energy in and a way of letting energy out. Fill it with a plug or use it as a tunnel. I need one for all of my potential energy…let’s turn in kinetic! Oh, but what to do… I don’t know.
this is the opening, the way and the streammouth to another thing. Stores use them as an interface, but in terms of infrastructure, and outlet is the connector from one section to another section, it is an exit of course, hence the out but it is also an entrance, the let like in let, allows things to pass through. Anoutlet of emotions is a powerful gushing, a force a shaped experience, that is dynamic by its very nature, an outlet is not, and should not be in any way static.
factory, sewage, emotional. Does the same old shit come out of each? Fact ry utlet says the sign above our local emporium selling flimsy chipboard furniture and slender chairs made of a pale metal.
funny that the word should be outlet, because this website is an outlet for me. i can put my ideas down, my thoughts, my writing. i can write whatever comes to my mind. http://www.oneword.com is an outlet for my creative thinking.
The power outlet sizzled, and then sparks came flying out. Suddenly, I felt a jolt in my hands as if something had shook it really fast. I immediately dropped the cord, and jumped back, yelping at the intense weird feeling. My hands felt numb and distant for a few seconds, until I could flex my fingers again. I had just been electrocuted for the first time.
I need an outlet for this rage, this helplessness.
The future looms,
dooming me to uncertainty.
I can clearly what ought to be,
but am powerless to change what will be.
Fast food outlets are what ruin people. Drugs of nations, breeding addicts to the unhealthy, the fatty, the greasy and the finger lickin’ good. Fast food outlets are like drug dealers. They give us a pleasant high, but eventually, they kill us. Sad truth, isn’t it? Well, don’t worry. You enjoy your Big Mac, sunshine. While it lasts.
There was a wall outlet beside my bed, and I plugged in my lamp–my special lamp–while my husband turned over in the other bed grumpily. It wasn’t a cheap hotel, but they’d given us the kind of room we wanted.
it’s a place where you can get clothes for less money than in regular stored. that’s cool because i don’t like to spend money. i have one really near to my house so that’s nice, the clothes are ugly though so that sucks but it’s still fun to get cheap things. kthxbye
I plugged the device into the outlet and turned back to woman seated on the chair before me. She was naked and captive, and would remain so until I had answers to my questions. I picked up the two leads, clamps on the ends that looked like they came from a set of jumper cables. I stroked the clamps together like a knife on a sharpening steel. The resulting sparks had the desired effect as she showed the whites of her eyes.
Writing is my outlet. It is my way of getting everything off my chest and letting myself go. There is something about the pen gliding across the paper, or my fingers zooming across the keyboard that is so magically relieving. Writing is my outlet.
Oneword is a fantastic outlet for a beginning writer such as myself. I can explore writing with prompts, and most definitely with a deadline!
a way to express yourself. writing. thinking. evasion and escapism. thinking about nothing but yourself. wanting to be involved in something only you enjoy. something that you can do to forget about everything. a plug. power source. your life’s power source. without it, you’d turn off. You’d leave it behind.
She bought clothes at the outlet mall. he never made it to the outlet mall,she owns the outlet mall in Puerto Rico.
an outlet is something you plug your phone charger or ipod charger in. i love outlets because it lets me charge my phone. i couldn’t live without my phone. it also lets me charge my ipod. that is something i couldn’t live without ether. lalalalalllalalala thats what i do with my ipod….outlets are funn and cooleo! hahahaha i am so tired that i dont even know what i am talking about! mann i want to sleep! goodnight!:)
When i hear outlet i think of malls. And the things that always shock me me when i plug something in…. As summer says i guess i’m an idiot, because i get shocked??? Sooooooo Yeahh
i have a outlet in my house and i pulg in plugsiin to it. there are some pulgs that wont fit.
If you stick your finger in an outlet, you can get electrocuted. :)
When i hear outlet it reminds me of electricity. Also the broken vacume at my house that wont plug into the outlet because my sister broke the little plug in thingy. Good thing someone fixed it. I hate using a broom.
I use an outlet at home. I charge my cellphone with it. I also use an outlet to charge my laptop.
The only thing I think of when I hear the word outlet is some freaking idiot sticking their finger in an electrical outlet. I mean seriously! Who in their right mind would do that?
A Rectangle in the wall used to plug in chords and lamps. I use an outlet to charge my phone when it goes dead.
there was a shopping outlet near our house. Most of the people in the surrounding towns would come to visit on special sales days and that would clog up the highways and local streets. I didn’t particularly like the added chaos that outsiders brought with them but for this Christmas season I didn’t mind so much. The lights went on and the outlet shone beautifully.
outlet is something like cloth that i know of. Well i dont no what is it but i guess
friends are often the outlet to our emotions. outlet to all those bad relationship fights, complex thought about life, career, future. but isint it true that we are the real outlet to all this baggage. most often.. even if we say these things out loud,we
a place to let things go. A thing with which to beat the world back. Somewhere to purchase inane items with a plastic card. I need one.
on the wall where the lamp is plugged in? no don’t put the sciccors in the outlet sarah! stupid wife! go get me a beer! dang it. uhhhhhh sarah has computer plugged in? uhhh ive gotten shocked?? uhhhhh anything else?
cassie bole
The outlet was blocked and the mouse crawled away, in a circle, then back to the outlet and called, but the cat, on the other side of the outlet just meowed. He was hungry so with his paw unblocked the outlet and ate the mouse.
There is a shopping place near where I live – an ‘outlet centre’ – shop-speak for collection of shops with ends-of-ranges etc. Great value for things like suitcases or shoes. But still nothing like as exciting as a proper market!
the lamp plugged into the outlet but it shorted out immediately. The cord was yanked out by the guy and tossed aside. Suddenly he shoved his finger into the outlet and jolted himself backwards.
Whenever you are in a bad place for example angry or sad it is often helpful to have an oulet, something you can use to paint your feelings onto without any repurcussions.
“No, honey. I said we needed to go to the outlet mall,” Mrs. Freter-Chakrate said into her headset. “The regular malls don’t to carry it.” “Are you sure we have to,” her husband asked. “I hate going to the outlet mall. There are too many people, and they always look at us funny.” “Now, dear,” she replied as she adjusted the GPS coordinates. “We’ll be in and out, I promise. But we do need a new Ionic Subatomic Particle Converter or I simply won’t be able to make breakfast.” “Oh all right,” he grumbled. “But I’m engaging the cloaking device.”
great still the same word. i thought it’d changed by now. anyway, i was ranting about this yesterday, venting my frustration of having missed the day when chocolate was word of the day, but somehow managing to be here for outlet. twice. i also said how the best kind of outlet is one that makes self expression easier. woo.
I am an outlet for my music. It lives in me and I let it come through me. I love writing songs because it reminds me of what love and life really is. It comes to me, I do not come to it. I wouldn’t be living if it wasn’t with music. – Nico Blackheart
The outlet for his pain was gone. In fact the outlet for his entire life was gone. His whole world, everything that meant anything to his existence was gone. He was reduced to being a man with melting flesh staring at 4 nuclear mushroom clouds from a burned out basement sans house. Just him and the ashy remains of his friend Michael. What a day.
the outlet sparked as the man pulled the bright orange extension cord out of the socket. If only he knew that there was more to that single outlet then just electrical currents.
writing, drawing, dancing, reading, drugs, sex, politics, religion, death.
it can be of pipe or anything. outlet usually denotes the place from where things come out. outlet is complimentary to inlet. outlet means to let out the things. i dont know what else should i write about outlet..
the things in the outlet can be many.
He wondered: what could be the harm. It certainly didn’t look all that bad. Timmy had done it. Twice! Why shouldn’t he? Mom didn’t know everything, did she? Certainly that was a myth, like kids dying from falling over, or the nutritional value of broccoli…
James furrowed his brow and stuck out his tongue. Just one lick couldn’t hurt!