i need an outlet. i think everybody needs an outlet. without outlets, there would be no light. or emotional stability. do inlets exist? if so, what are they/what do they do? i am a proud outlet.
Atticus Pastor
The outlet was cluttered with people. Different kinds of people of all shapes and sizes. I tried to escape, but they kept pushing me back.
malls. are williamsburg. craziness of roxy and quicksilver. you also might electrocute yourself. zing.
Katie
“I can’t find it,” Gramma says.
“It’s under your chair.”
“You think I can still bend that way?”
Gramma’s dry chuckle is still kinda creepy. The wire in her hands jiggles as she laughs at a private joke I don’t understand. I want to tell her what Mamma said which is that inside jokes are rude but I’m too scared.
“I’ll do it,” I say, and I take the wire from her hand and plug it into the outlet under her chair.
pseudonym
an outlet is a relief from everyday struggles.
everybody needs at least one otherwise the frustrations of the life and times will eventually wear you down.
go somewhere and scream
really loud :)
Grace
writing is an outlet. let it all out, get it all out, remove it. Relient K had it right. So lets see, I feel annoyed, deprived, happy, excited and even more happy. see, i feel better already.
There was no one at the store. Randall was more than a little pissed. How was he supposed to return the horrible sweater nana had bought him? He shook his head, walked out into the street, and was hit by a bus. Don’t buy horrible sweaters.
Fauxley
I guess you consider this thing to be an outlet. Just writing about whatever comes to mind, that stream-of-conciousness kind of thing that they try to teach you in school. But how do you teach that? It’s writing and thinking. Schools are so dumb, trying to teach real world experience. Because that totally make sense. Let’s sit a bunch of people in a room and try and teach them about the outside world. Stupid. That’s why I’m going to be a music teacher. No one gets more liscence to randomly take class outside than the music teacher, and that’s the kind of class that I want to have. Outside has horrible acoustics. I don’t care. It’s sunny. Usually. Maybe.
Emily
The outlet to my feeling is like a tornado, a funnel that can be hectic but graceful, it flows and spins. I cannot turn it off but sometimes i can slow it or lessen its strength. I quite enjoy out letting my emotions, and finding calm between storms. I am together in my outlet.
Brandon James
farming haybales, tired feet. bloody mouth. running home, looking backwards. cant think, cant feel. i need relief. it isnt fair. is isnt true. something is wrong. why did this happen?
Emily
stores and electricity. a place for creativity to be released. letting it all out. gaining, giving all energy we have. recharging. it’s a place for everything to be released.
Katie
outlet.. this is my outlet. I need more outlets. I need to write more my heart bleeds ick what a great line. me all me. more i need more. I need to write more. I need to bleed more. I need a fucking outlet for all this stress!!!!!! I can’t handle it. Idk how I can afford this life anymore i need to get another job.
CJ Kiekens
I just did this, but I’ll do it again. I need an outlet sometimes. Somewhere to get my thoughts out. I’m sure there are a lot of other things that I could be writing about, but I choose to write about an outlet for my anger and frustration. I hate when I have to use other people as outlets, because sometimes they give me advice I don’t want to hear. I hope I don’t do the same to other people, even though I’m pretty sure I might.
theres something in the wall, its got three little holes waiting for someone to join them. They are open to the world smiling, their eyes black holes crying out for company. When someone finally comes they spark with delight and surge together, creating a stream of beautiful light. its amazing.
melissa
an outlet is part of a shop i think, outlet outlet your energy, outlet your mood and outlet your feeling, outlet to a shop , and buy your favourite things to bring back your feelings, then remember your beginning, laugh at it and tell others to outlet!
Jo
I think of outlet malls in Colorado. I think of a place where I plug in my many electrical appliances in my house. I think of danger when it comes to my small children in my house. I think of venting my frustrations, for those need an outlet. I think of many things when I see the word outlet, don’t I?
Laura
the internet is a great outlet for people that have no social skills in the real world. i also love outlet malls. i think they’re a great place to go shopping at if you’re trying to save some money. i hate looking for wall outlets, there are never enough of them and they’re always in the worst spots, far away from where you want to be.
John Lee
She couldn’t see anywhere else to run. She gasped as she heard them catching up to her. She had to find somewhere! The panting of the dogs as they ran was directly behind her seeming to
Lydia McGovern
This is a place ewhere you can plug in cables into the wall to receive electircity from the company that provides it in your town. The more you have the more things you can plug in. You can also buy extension cords that will increase the number of things that yo ucan plug in. However, outlets for normal houses are only 110 volts and if you go over that with the number of appliances then you will risk a shortage and a house fire.
Jeremy
an outlet is where you can express yourself. it’s where to spill out your deepest and most haunting thoughts. it’s my blog. it’s my friends. it’s where you can spill out meaningless shallow pools of words, or where you can confess your deepest, darkest, secret that haunted you the most. it’s not just a plug in for your electronics.
vanessa
Outlet for creativity. A change to shine and grow; the start of everything. Currents running through the senses, electrifying everything– and a moment of clarity is reached– euphoria is here. Peace, calm, awareness– a gentle jolts glides across my skin– thoughts, emotions and being all as one.
My father looked at the wall and then at the plug in his hand. The three pronged cord would never fit into and of the simple, two pronged outlets in our home. “So now what?” he asked.
Betsy
Discount shoes in stores amidst nothing
Asphalt strips bordered with grey
The outlet sputtered to life.
“What is it?” she asked.
He looked at her incredulously. Couldn’t she see that it was a fire bursting from behind the wall?
“Run!” He screeched.
Kate
The girl’s writing was all she had to get all of her feelings out, her only outlet for her thoughts and ideas. It was all she had to get away from the awful reality that she and her sister Raven lived in. For you see, Vora and her sister lived in very abusive situations, and they didin’t DARE speak out about it.
When Zan and I first went to the outlet that day, we weren’t expecting on confessing so much to each other, but somehow, someway, we ended up doing exactly that. I’m glad that she realized her feelings for me were the same that I felt for her. It was comforting to know that we were together for now. We just have to take it one day at a time while we still can. Her parents can’t know, though.
Writing is an outlet for anger, for frustration and also for sadness. It’s much easier to write than to yell at someone. I like using my writing as an outlet for all of my emotions. It is a wonderful way of releasing and letting go. I recommend more people write as an outlet for their emotions.
Maryellen Honkomp
Tristan stuck his finger in an outlet when we were three years old and he hasn’t been the same person since. Mom and dad don’t notice; they think he’s their little boy because they’ve never known him like I have. They don’t see that vast blankness in his eyes, that somehow evil sensation.
RabidWriterGirl
He has become the new outlet for my joy.
I can plug into him at anytime and immediately feel a hot rush of cheer take over my entire being.
I just need to avoid sticking any metal objects in it-
Would hate to see it burn and fizzle out.
He was her outlet. She told him everything. But it wasn’t always good, and he hated her for that. Of course, he’d never let on to this heavy detail. Anything she said, he listened. He listened, but that didn’t mean that he cared. Because he didn’t. She thought he did. If she’d known he couldn’t give a f*ck, she would have died.
this is theplace where you plug things in and also the place where things get let out. They turned it into a kind of mall, because they want to sell things and this is where they can get rid of those things. It is also a way to get rid of emotions. So why do you plug things into a place that otherwise lets things out? It lets out energy, but only when plugged up and stopped. This is the bizzarreness of words and their meanings.
Maritov
Instantly I think of outlet malls in the desert on the way out to Coachella or to the timeshare, listening to music in the car, it’s super hot, smells like cigarettes, feels like love. And the one time we went to the casino and won money then went back the next day and lost all of it.
Jess
Everyone needs an outlet and it looks different for everyone. what happens when you do not utilize an outlet…pent up energy, stifling, stagnation, toxicity….not everyone outlet is healthy…and
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Some pound their feet against the pavement for miles. Some cut through the salty currents of the ocean. Some jump and plummet thousands of feet back to Earth. Some scream. Some fight. Some cry. Some give up. What’s your outlet?
Zoey Atabek
i need an outlet from this suffocation. an outlet for creative energy. law school is stifling. working neither inside nor outside of it, but recognising that the box is a creation of my own devising is sanity.
plug outlet. or someone has an outlet for their emotions. i often feel like an outlet for my emotions is music. music can change my mood instantly. it’s the outlet for all feelings, both negative and positive. i love to just let myself go and use music as my outlet to be free. right now…i sure as hell need an outlet for my emotions or i may explode. holy shit.
Christina
There are outlets everywhere. Outlets for creativity, outlets for emotions, outlets for energy. What would we do without them? Closed in on ourselves, we wouldn’t have any way of showing the world who we really are, for better or for worse.
flow
I once stuck a pair of tweezers in an outlet. It resulted in a nuclear explosion of BOOM in my bathroom. The soot went all upon my wall. I now know why I was told not to put metal inside electrical outlets.
i need an outlet. i think everybody needs an outlet. without outlets, there would be no light. or emotional stability. do inlets exist? if so, what are they/what do they do? i am a proud outlet.
The outlet was cluttered with people. Different kinds of people of all shapes and sizes. I tried to escape, but they kept pushing me back.
plugged into the wall behind me
the cord and the long black snake it embodies
bring light
bring power
the
electric world
life plug
malls. are williamsburg. craziness of roxy and quicksilver. you also might electrocute yourself. zing.
“I can’t find it,” Gramma says.
“It’s under your chair.”
“You think I can still bend that way?”
Gramma’s dry chuckle is still kinda creepy. The wire in her hands jiggles as she laughs at a private joke I don’t understand. I want to tell her what Mamma said which is that inside jokes are rude but I’m too scared.
“I’ll do it,” I say, and I take the wire from her hand and plug it into the outlet under her chair.
an outlet is a relief from everyday struggles.
everybody needs at least one otherwise the frustrations of the life and times will eventually wear you down.
go somewhere and scream
really loud :)
writing is an outlet. let it all out, get it all out, remove it. Relient K had it right. So lets see, I feel annoyed, deprived, happy, excited and even more happy. see, i feel better already.
There was no one at the store. Randall was more than a little pissed. How was he supposed to return the horrible sweater nana had bought him? He shook his head, walked out into the street, and was hit by a bus. Don’t buy horrible sweaters.
I guess you consider this thing to be an outlet. Just writing about whatever comes to mind, that stream-of-conciousness kind of thing that they try to teach you in school. But how do you teach that? It’s writing and thinking. Schools are so dumb, trying to teach real world experience. Because that totally make sense. Let’s sit a bunch of people in a room and try and teach them about the outside world. Stupid. That’s why I’m going to be a music teacher. No one gets more liscence to randomly take class outside than the music teacher, and that’s the kind of class that I want to have. Outside has horrible acoustics. I don’t care. It’s sunny. Usually. Maybe.
The outlet to my feeling is like a tornado, a funnel that can be hectic but graceful, it flows and spins. I cannot turn it off but sometimes i can slow it or lessen its strength. I quite enjoy out letting my emotions, and finding calm between storms. I am together in my outlet.
farming haybales, tired feet. bloody mouth. running home, looking backwards. cant think, cant feel. i need relief. it isnt fair. is isnt true. something is wrong. why did this happen?
stores and electricity. a place for creativity to be released. letting it all out. gaining, giving all energy we have. recharging. it’s a place for everything to be released.
outlet.. this is my outlet. I need more outlets. I need to write more my heart bleeds ick what a great line. me all me. more i need more. I need to write more. I need to bleed more. I need a fucking outlet for all this stress!!!!!! I can’t handle it. Idk how I can afford this life anymore i need to get another job.
I just did this, but I’ll do it again. I need an outlet sometimes. Somewhere to get my thoughts out. I’m sure there are a lot of other things that I could be writing about, but I choose to write about an outlet for my anger and frustration. I hate when I have to use other people as outlets, because sometimes they give me advice I don’t want to hear. I hope I don’t do the same to other people, even though I’m pretty sure I might.
theres something in the wall, its got three little holes waiting for someone to join them. They are open to the world smiling, their eyes black holes crying out for company. When someone finally comes they spark with delight and surge together, creating a stream of beautiful light. its amazing.
an outlet is part of a shop i think, outlet outlet your energy, outlet your mood and outlet your feeling, outlet to a shop , and buy your favourite things to bring back your feelings, then remember your beginning, laugh at it and tell others to outlet!
I think of outlet malls in Colorado. I think of a place where I plug in my many electrical appliances in my house. I think of danger when it comes to my small children in my house. I think of venting my frustrations, for those need an outlet. I think of many things when I see the word outlet, don’t I?
the internet is a great outlet for people that have no social skills in the real world. i also love outlet malls. i think they’re a great place to go shopping at if you’re trying to save some money. i hate looking for wall outlets, there are never enough of them and they’re always in the worst spots, far away from where you want to be.
She couldn’t see anywhere else to run. She gasped as she heard them catching up to her. She had to find somewhere! The panting of the dogs as they ran was directly behind her seeming to
This is a place ewhere you can plug in cables into the wall to receive electircity from the company that provides it in your town. The more you have the more things you can plug in. You can also buy extension cords that will increase the number of things that yo ucan plug in. However, outlets for normal houses are only 110 volts and if you go over that with the number of appliances then you will risk a shortage and a house fire.
an outlet is where you can express yourself. it’s where to spill out your deepest and most haunting thoughts. it’s my blog. it’s my friends. it’s where you can spill out meaningless shallow pools of words, or where you can confess your deepest, darkest, secret that haunted you the most. it’s not just a plug in for your electronics.
Outlet for creativity. A change to shine and grow; the start of everything. Currents running through the senses, electrifying everything– and a moment of clarity is reached– euphoria is here. Peace, calm, awareness– a gentle jolts glides across my skin– thoughts, emotions and being all as one.
My father looked at the wall and then at the plug in his hand. The three pronged cord would never fit into and of the simple, two pronged outlets in our home. “So now what?” he asked.
Discount shoes in stores amidst nothing
Asphalt strips bordered with grey
The outlet sputtered to life.
“What is it?” she asked.
He looked at her incredulously. Couldn’t she see that it was a fire bursting from behind the wall?
“Run!” He screeched.
The girl’s writing was all she had to get all of her feelings out, her only outlet for her thoughts and ideas. It was all she had to get away from the awful reality that she and her sister Raven lived in. For you see, Vora and her sister lived in very abusive situations, and they didin’t DARE speak out about it.
When Zan and I first went to the outlet that day, we weren’t expecting on confessing so much to each other, but somehow, someway, we ended up doing exactly that. I’m glad that she realized her feelings for me were the same that I felt for her. It was comforting to know that we were together for now. We just have to take it one day at a time while we still can. Her parents can’t know, though.
influx, outlet. massive pillars extend from, sink into. the cilia beats and particles are pulled into the current by the swarm.
Writing is an outlet for anger, for frustration and also for sadness. It’s much easier to write than to yell at someone. I like using my writing as an outlet for all of my emotions. It is a wonderful way of releasing and letting go. I recommend more people write as an outlet for their emotions.
Tristan stuck his finger in an outlet when we were three years old and he hasn’t been the same person since. Mom and dad don’t notice; they think he’s their little boy because they’ve never known him like I have. They don’t see that vast blankness in his eyes, that somehow evil sensation.
He has become the new outlet for my joy.
I can plug into him at anytime and immediately feel a hot rush of cheer take over my entire being.
I just need to avoid sticking any metal objects in it-
Would hate to see it burn and fizzle out.
He was her outlet. She told him everything. But it wasn’t always good, and he hated her for that. Of course, he’d never let on to this heavy detail. Anything she said, he listened. He listened, but that didn’t mean that he cared. Because he didn’t. She thought he did. If she’d known he couldn’t give a f*ck, she would have died.
this is theplace where you plug things in and also the place where things get let out. They turned it into a kind of mall, because they want to sell things and this is where they can get rid of those things. It is also a way to get rid of emotions. So why do you plug things into a place that otherwise lets things out? It lets out energy, but only when plugged up and stopped. This is the bizzarreness of words and their meanings.
Instantly I think of outlet malls in the desert on the way out to Coachella or to the timeshare, listening to music in the car, it’s super hot, smells like cigarettes, feels like love. And the one time we went to the casino and won money then went back the next day and lost all of it.
Everyone needs an outlet and it looks different for everyone. what happens when you do not utilize an outlet…pent up energy, stifling, stagnation, toxicity….not everyone outlet is healthy…and
Some pound their feet against the pavement for miles. Some cut through the salty currents of the ocean. Some jump and plummet thousands of feet back to Earth. Some scream. Some fight. Some cry. Some give up. What’s your outlet?
i need an outlet from this suffocation. an outlet for creative energy. law school is stifling. working neither inside nor outside of it, but recognising that the box is a creation of my own devising is sanity.
plug outlet. or someone has an outlet for their emotions. i often feel like an outlet for my emotions is music. music can change my mood instantly. it’s the outlet for all feelings, both negative and positive. i love to just let myself go and use music as my outlet to be free. right now…i sure as hell need an outlet for my emotions or i may explode. holy shit.
There are outlets everywhere. Outlets for creativity, outlets for emotions, outlets for energy. What would we do without them? Closed in on ourselves, we wouldn’t have any way of showing the world who we really are, for better or for worse.
I once stuck a pair of tweezers in an outlet. It resulted in a nuclear explosion of BOOM in my bathroom. The soot went all upon my wall. I now know why I was told not to put metal inside electrical outlets.