An outlet is something everyone should have. I giant space to let it out. your fears, your concerns, your anger, your love. No matter where you are, where you’re going, we all must make time for an outlet. Just make sure you don’t stay too long
Sometimes an outlet can be an electrical outlet, other times an emotinal one. I prefer emotional. It can be dance, writing, singing, or a diary. I like dance. It’s my way to communicate what I cannot say, thus It’s my outlet. I want people to realize the arts are good.
i need an outlet for my brain. can’t i unplug it every once in a while? perhaps plug in someone else’s and try it on for a minute or two? Unplugging would be the best.
and then we sang, and then we talked,
and then when we turned to leave
there was nothing
except for the glow of nylon sky above us,
blinking. it didn’t change,
not even after the concrete was silent.
Music, Screaming, coughing, blood filled loogies. What I need to find besides her. That thing that drives me to say what I’m thinking, Just say what you are thinking.
Freeing expression like a plug from the wall. My outlet giving me life giving me reason to live. Putting these words on a page writing is my expression, writing is my outlet. Plug in and write.
an electrical thingy. plugging things in. ummmm yeah that’s all i can think of. a place where sparks fly if you get my drift. ahahaha. okay let’s see. worlds collide with this.
The outlet to finding the true being within oneself doesn’t exist in the real world. It’s a portal only to be found deep within your mind. It takes time to find this portal, and it will not come easily. Once you’ve succeeded at finding this portal, you’ll find the true meaning to yourself.
The outlet is used to plug in an electronic device to have power and to be able to use it. It sometimes can cause your electricity bill to raise because of all the power it’s consuming, so you have to be smart about buying a utility for it.
Kimmie and I were looking for an outlet. Hurry! she said as i sped down the street in the middle of 5 o’clock traffic. i was so afraid to tip over the black suburban that i didn’t take the curves very well. finally i saw a place to pull off and get away from those thugs.
it where i go. its where people go and never come back. you either get stuck in it. or you start a fire. its a dangerous place. dont go by the outlet. it not safe. i caught on fire while i was in the outlet. its scary.
There was once a lonely bottom outlet, never used by anyone. His neighbor above got all the glory because people were too lazy to bend down a extra 2 inches to utilize him.
the steaming outlet for the blood billowed out onto the cold snow. The wheezing and gasping sound as he gurgled his way out of the world will remain with me forever.
a way for things to leave. Leaving, or at least the option of it is essential in life. Escape. Freedom. Something which can transport feeling, objects or emotion into the ether.
Why does it bother me so much that someone would disagree with me? I have so little confidence in my opinions, and so little time to research matters and know them fully, that when I express an opinion and someone disagrees, I feel upset. There is no outlet for that.
the electricity zipped up his arm like a catapult. the knife swing missed the mark, it smoked and sparked as he shook and drooled all over his new suit.
His thoughts were consumed with joy as his baby girl began crawling around the living room on her own, and when she reached for the outlet in the wall, they turned to worry in a heartbeat. His strong arms scooped her up and held her, protecting her like only a father can.
outlets are found in many places but usually the wall, you plug things into them and they give you about 120 volts of power (in america) and they can give you the ability to use electrical devices. i wouldn’t suggest touching them with wet hands, you might get electricuted
We all need some way to express our anger. Our sadness. Our happiness! Maybe it’s playing music, singing, exercising, who knows. But whatever it is, don’t you think it’s important? Not just important, but necessary.
Hopefully they are things you still will use after the good buy. Many times the items might be damaged or from a previous season. Usually they are fine for all purposes. Especially when they are household goods etc.
la vida es bella, cada día es una oportunidad para hacer mejor las cosas
todo es perfecto si así lo quieres ver.
todo es subjetivo, por más dura que sea la situación
trata de enfrentarlo con una sonrisa.
I remember being really little and going to main to outlets. I remember a village that was kind o f like an outlet. That village was really fun. I really liked it. It had a shop that was peperpridge farm, where they made goldfish. I liked that, but I also liked the roads they had. I can imagine hat it would be beautiful in the winter. I would relay like it, I bet. I would like to go again sometime. I think that it would be nice.
Currently a wall flower is in the outlet in my room. Its scent spreads throughout my room encasing me in the sweetness. It spreads through each crevices of my room sneaking into the most hidden places. Taking over. In other words…the scent is a bit too strong.
outside is my outlet to my soul wrapped deep on blues and greens and greys with no soon ending we walk together through my imagination into world we do not understand
plug. wall. it’s white. looks like a face. one hole is a little longer than the one that’s right next to it. it’s crazy. it’s lovely. it sort of reminds me of power. it is power. it’s in the wall. it’s free. it’s for every one. it’s communist. it’s good. unlike Stalin. oh well..
An outlet store is somewhere that you can shop for an assortment of brand name things at an affordable and reasonable price. If shopping is difficult in malls, an outlet mall should relax you. Everything is easy to locate and organized by brand name. All the popular stores can be found in an outlet mall.
Where you go shopping and everything costs less than usual. There is one in Roermond where I bought my Vans and also met this girl who I got on the train with. The things they have are not specifically nice but you buy them anyways just because it’s cheaper. Many clothes, yes, and there is also one in Bataviastad as I remember. I like strolling around but it doesn’t have the cosiness of an ordinary city.
Plugs, I plug things into it. I can vent my anger or sadness or frustration. Sometimes I use the right outlet for the right thing and sometimes I don’t. Electricity. Ideas. Connection. technology.
something that can always be used to your advantage. Weather it’s a friend, parent, electrical outlet. You have no idea how many outlets there are in the world.
Last year I was in eighth grade. A wonderfully mature boy decided it would be amusing to stick a paper clip into an outlet during class. Sparks flew. Literally. We had to stay five minutes into lunch for a lecture about safety and he got detention, but I could tell our teacher secretly thought it was hilarious.
its on my wall. sometimes you can think an outlet into the existence of your brain. the outlet is where the world is let in and where you put your world out. it connects you and also alienates you, makes you the separate, the in, not the out. You are categorized as the other who needs the outlet to connect.
Pen scratching paper. My hand controls it, and it curves, making marks on the paper which rise off the page, growing figures, making movements, sprouting colors. Buildings rise, covered in chipped wallpapers and cathedral bells. People emerge, eyes wandering, followed by plants, birds, snakes, crawling creatures and life. From the paper color sprouts and grows, creating a new world. Sparks from my creative outlet.
the outlet malls are a joke. supposedly they sell off designer clothes at a discount, but five percent hardly seems like a discount. they probably have electrical outlets in each store too. and maybe this site is an outlet for my writers block. don’t think, just write.
My boyfriend always complains about the outlets in my walls because they only are for two-pronged plugs…sometimes they weep at night..
An outlet is something everyone should have. I giant space to let it out. your fears, your concerns, your anger, your love. No matter where you are, where you’re going, we all must make time for an outlet. Just make sure you don’t stay too long
Sometimes an outlet can be an electrical outlet, other times an emotinal one. I prefer emotional. It can be dance, writing, singing, or a diary. I like dance. It’s my way to communicate what I cannot say, thus It’s my outlet. I want people to realize the arts are good.
i need an outlet for my brain. can’t i unplug it every once in a while? perhaps plug in someone else’s and try it on for a minute or two? Unplugging would be the best.
and then we sang, and then we talked,
and then when we turned to leave
there was nothing
except for the glow of nylon sky above us,
blinking. it didn’t change,
not even after the concrete was silent.
Music, Screaming, coughing, blood filled loogies. What I need to find besides her. That thing that drives me to say what I’m thinking, Just say what you are thinking.
shopping. bulk things. cheap prices. cheap quality.
outlet is a place where intellectual individuals share a common fashion ideal. Outlets serve the american hipsters go wild without going poor. Er
Freeing expression like a plug from the wall. My outlet giving me life giving me reason to live. Putting these words on a page writing is my expression, writing is my outlet. Plug in and write.
an electrical thingy. plugging things in. ummmm yeah that’s all i can think of. a place where sparks fly if you get my drift. ahahaha. okay let’s see. worlds collide with this.
Flourescence is the escence of candescence.
you and your shitty friends, are one big outlet. sucking up all of our fears and standers
The outlet to finding the true being within oneself doesn’t exist in the real world. It’s a portal only to be found deep within your mind. It takes time to find this portal, and it will not come easily. Once you’ve succeeded at finding this portal, you’ll find the true meaning to yourself.
The outlet is used to plug in an electronic device to have power and to be able to use it. It sometimes can cause your electricity bill to raise because of all the power it’s consuming, so you have to be smart about buying a utility for it.
Kimmie and I were looking for an outlet. Hurry! she said as i sped down the street in the middle of 5 o’clock traffic. i was so afraid to tip over the black suburban that i didn’t take the curves very well. finally i saw a place to pull off and get away from those thugs.
it where i go. its where people go and never come back. you either get stuck in it. or you start a fire. its a dangerous place. dont go by the outlet. it not safe. i caught on fire while i was in the outlet. its scary.
There was once a lonely bottom outlet, never used by anyone. His neighbor above got all the glory because people were too lazy to bend down a extra 2 inches to utilize him.
the steaming outlet for the blood billowed out onto the cold snow. The wheezing and gasping sound as he gurgled his way out of the world will remain with me forever.
a way for things to leave. Leaving, or at least the option of it is essential in life. Escape. Freedom. Something which can transport feeling, objects or emotion into the ether.
Why does it bother me so much that someone would disagree with me? I have so little confidence in my opinions, and so little time to research matters and know them fully, that when I express an opinion and someone disagrees, I feel upset. There is no outlet for that.
the electricity zipped up his arm like a catapult. the knife swing missed the mark, it smoked and sparked as he shook and drooled all over his new suit.
His thoughts were consumed with joy as his baby girl began crawling around the living room on her own, and when she reached for the outlet in the wall, they turned to worry in a heartbeat. His strong arms scooped her up and held her, protecting her like only a father can.
outlets are found in many places but usually the wall, you plug things into them and they give you about 120 volts of power (in america) and they can give you the ability to use electrical devices. i wouldn’t suggest touching them with wet hands, you might get electricuted
We all need some way to express our anger. Our sadness. Our happiness! Maybe it’s playing music, singing, exercising, who knows. But whatever it is, don’t you think it’s important? Not just important, but necessary.
a great store to go to to get good buys on things
Hopefully they are things you still will use after the good buy. Many times the items might be damaged or from a previous season. Usually they are fine for all purposes. Especially when they are household goods etc.
la vida es bella, cada día es una oportunidad para hacer mejor las cosas
todo es perfecto si así lo quieres ver.
todo es subjetivo, por más dura que sea la situación
trata de enfrentarlo con una sonrisa.
I remember being really little and going to main to outlets. I remember a village that was kind o f like an outlet. That village was really fun. I really liked it. It had a shop that was peperpridge farm, where they made goldfish. I liked that, but I also liked the roads they had. I can imagine hat it would be beautiful in the winter. I would relay like it, I bet. I would like to go again sometime. I think that it would be nice.
Currently a wall flower is in the outlet in my room. Its scent spreads throughout my room encasing me in the sweetness. It spreads through each crevices of my room sneaking into the most hidden places. Taking over. In other words…the scent is a bit too strong.
outside is my outlet to my soul wrapped deep on blues and greens and greys with no soon ending we walk together through my imagination into world we do not understand
plug. wall. it’s white. looks like a face. one hole is a little longer than the one that’s right next to it. it’s crazy. it’s lovely. it sort of reminds me of power. it is power. it’s in the wall. it’s free. it’s for every one. it’s communist. it’s good. unlike Stalin. oh well..
An outlet store is somewhere that you can shop for an assortment of brand name things at an affordable and reasonable price. If shopping is difficult in malls, an outlet mall should relax you. Everything is easy to locate and organized by brand name. All the popular stores can be found in an outlet mall.
Let’s be honest, going to the Outlet Malls in Bradenton, Florida is something that cannot be forgotten. I would know.
a place for creativity, expression, to plug-in to me, who I am, what I am about, the real me…
Where you go shopping and everything costs less than usual. There is one in Roermond where I bought my Vans and also met this girl who I got on the train with. The things they have are not specifically nice but you buy them anyways just because it’s cheaper. Many clothes, yes, and there is also one in Bataviastad as I remember. I like strolling around but it doesn’t have the cosiness of an ordinary city.
Plugs, I plug things into it. I can vent my anger or sadness or frustration. Sometimes I use the right outlet for the right thing and sometimes I don’t. Electricity. Ideas. Connection. technology.
something that can always be used to your advantage. Weather it’s a friend, parent, electrical outlet. You have no idea how many outlets there are in the world.
Last year I was in eighth grade. A wonderfully mature boy decided it would be amusing to stick a paper clip into an outlet during class. Sparks flew. Literally. We had to stay five minutes into lunch for a lecture about safety and he got detention, but I could tell our teacher secretly thought it was hilarious.
its on my wall. sometimes you can think an outlet into the existence of your brain. the outlet is where the world is let in and where you put your world out. it connects you and also alienates you, makes you the separate, the in, not the out. You are categorized as the other who needs the outlet to connect.
Pen scratching paper. My hand controls it, and it curves, making marks on the paper which rise off the page, growing figures, making movements, sprouting colors. Buildings rise, covered in chipped wallpapers and cathedral bells. People emerge, eyes wandering, followed by plants, birds, snakes, crawling creatures and life. From the paper color sprouts and grows, creating a new world. Sparks from my creative outlet.
the outlet malls are a joke. supposedly they sell off designer clothes at a discount, but five percent hardly seems like a discount. they probably have electrical outlets in each store too. and maybe this site is an outlet for my writers block. don’t think, just write.