a place where you go get things at cost like an outlet mall or an electrical outlet used for electricity, also used in venting like a way to express anger She needed an oulet for her anger issues.
Greg Marcusse
There are so many outlets in my house. I think there’s about 4 or 5 in my own room. Is this really what our lives will depend on soon? Scrambling to find outlets in walls to fuel our need for constant electricity, just to be on the computer only to read something upsetting someone else wrote about you. Yeah, outlets. More like poop-lets.
Lauren
The outlet of the microwave had just caught fire from the elephant knocking it over. What was the elephant doing in the apartment in the first place? Amelia never thought the outlet would catch fire- she had just replaced the old one with a fire-proof one! What happened?!
Amanda Erker
I was lost, confused.. I needed something, a way out. An escape from my life. I have no idea what to do anymore and I am not sure if I can handle it any longer. I need an outlet, but nothing will help me get out.. I am lost. Scared.. Help me.
Charlotte
I press you against the wall, my hands run down your thighs. A tear trickles down your cheek and onto the outlet. The feeling is shocking and I stop myself from hurting you.
shrink, until you are small enough to crawl, shacking, into the charged outlet behind the couch. make a home. set a pot of water on the stove. then you’ve fried.
What is my outlet? Is it pressure? Sometimes I think that I need to be pushed and challenged before I can accomplish something. My greatest fear is that when school is over, I will have lost my drive for writing. I know that it is something that you can always do, but I won’t made to write.I won’t be in the acedemic setting, where people are constantly challenging me to write new things. Therefore, will I become boring? Will I lose my outlet? Like an outlet mall. Fun to go to, but never all the time. Second class? Second best? Second. Seconds…. that’s how long I have to write? Write. Like right. As in human rights. in Madison, and fightinr workers’ rights. As in saying one person is wrong, right?
Katelyn Rubenzer
An outlet-a source of energy OR a place to let energy out.
Once when I was at the outlet mall, I saw my ex boyfriend with another girl. Part of me was very upset, but most of me wasn’t. He seemed happy and I was happy for him, after all, I love him. So I went and spent way to much money and got a lot of cute outfits to make myself feel better.
Amber
mall. Boring. Sooooo boring.
Vanilla wanderings and cracked pavement.
Sameness.
Strangely trapped with no.
Outlet
Felicia
when i was little i thought that the signs that said “no outlet” meant that people in those houses didn’t have power outlets. i still get made fun of for it.
adri
There was an outlet on the wall, but it always reminded me that there is often no outlet. It is so hard to convey what you actually feel, all the while seeing what others think you should feel. and this isn’t meant in the “I dont want to be a conformist” kind of way, but in the “I dont see yellow the way you do” kind of way.
WallTowel
The three of us ran screaming down the blazing sidewalk, our hair billowing behind us in the wind, hands full of extension cords. Gasping for breath, we stopped outside the closest store and found an outlet.
ScissorMirror
I’m way too lazy to write a whole thing about the word outlet. All I can think of right now is that I want a boyfriend. I just want a boy and him to call me his lady. I don’t give a fuck about no outlet.
Darkness washes over my senses. Not just a darkness through my eyes, but a darkness in my thoughts, within my skin, in my ears, my mouth, my nose. The penetrating silence dances like a blackened fire through my body. The cold water rushes around me closing me in, welcoming me to its phantoms.
Jessica Smith
An outlet is a manner of discharging energy, of removing the stress and emotion that overtakes your day-to-day life. Another definition is a literal conduit for the discharge of energy– which can kill you if used incorrectly. Coincidence?
Anon
A spark, a flame…energy that supplies the willingness to keep going. Something to stick your feelings into..make sure the switch is set…and let your demons flow through the walls, electrifying your surroundings. Breathe sparks of energetic evidence lightning flows as your worries disappear
sometimes I like to write because it is an outlet for me emotionally and creatively. except that is a lie. I say I like to write and I know that I like to but I hardly ever do. I started a blog to try and fix that and in some ways it has but I still only write small little blurbs and it’s somewhat satisfying but I know I can do more. I really should start to write creatively.
Mario Guzman
a place to shop for clothes that I like to go to with my family especially my mom cause she will pay for everything. electrical in the wall the lamp in my room is plugged into one and so is my ihome and my phone charger. outlet malls are fun
bhovan
there’s an outlet on the wall. you should plug something in it. doesn’t matter what it is. whatever it is will work or it should at least. There’s an outlet mall nearby too. let’s go shopping and have fun. come on go with me to get some stuff.
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Melissa
i awoke with my finger in the outlet. some people call it a socket. my hair rose. my eyes bulged. i was charged, consumed, and electric. breakfast wouldn’t be ready for twenty minutes,
jahssa
An outlet to me is what I try to find. An outlet for me to channel the eelings that are eating me. The one’s that tear me from the inside dieing to surface my skin and expose them self for what they are.
The ugly truth.
My secrets.
Kimmy
you don’t put your fingers in one. you need one to get anger out. you need one to express yourself and to love. you plug things into one. electricity flows through one, you can’t live without one. people are this. yeah…
Jamie
There are some things I don’t feel I can talk about, but I can write about them and they will be safe. No one will see the true thoughts of my heart and I can say what ever I really feel in that outlet.
J
the means to an end, what you need when youve lost everything, a door that has opened when all the others have slammed, not in your face, but on your fingers. where you run to when all else in your life has failed you, when youve lost your faith, when you believe in nothing else. what you look for but never find until it presents itself to you.
elyse
The outlet of the drain was plugged by something small and shiny. She reached down into the icy water and pulled out the offending object…. and discovered that it was a glittering diamond. It was the biggest diamond she’d ever seen! Amy wasn’t certain where it’d come from, but if it was real- it was worth a fortune!
Danette
volleyball is my escape. my escape from the world. my ability to channel everything into my game. to unleash who i am on the court. to take out all my frustrations. my escape. my battleground. it’s apart of me
Phoenix
So I have this dog named Mango. She’s a really pretty golden retriever, but not exactly the brightest crayon out of the crayola colors. She licked a broken electrical outlet once.
I think this is probably an outlet for my procrastination. Seriously, because all I’ve been doing today had been avoiding GAMSAT study via the internet. And then when that failed, stumbleupon. Which led me to this. I would have written more but my phone just rang.
Aurora
Sticking my finger in an electrical outlet may very well give my nearly brain-dead brain the very boost it needs to be able to give vent to my now-withered and sorely-missed creative outlet. A sort of recharge, if you will. Or, even if you won’t.
I wandered over here to find my creative outlet only to find an actual outlet. What am I supposed to plug in? My mind? No probably not because it was a long time ago I that I actually unplugged. Maybe I actually went brain dead. Maybe I should plug in, I am talking, typing, rambling incessantly. When will things make sense. Maybe it was better that I unplugged and walked away.
hd
when i ran down the road i noticed the outlet for sewerage was leaking all over the street polluting our town with fecal and urine matter, did i tell the council? well no i was too busy trying to avoid that floating poo that looked like a snickers bar.
me
Writing is an outlet for so many emotions, recall of events, creativity buildup, and even just plain old boredom.
An outlet is somewhere where you can just be you or where you can let out things that you have suppressed for so long. An outlet is something that relaxes you and calms you. An outlet can be anything from a book, listening to music or where you put a plug into! Bottom line, an outlet is when you dont have to have any guards up and you can be just be you.
Amber
Sometimes, shit just happens. I don’t fucking like that, ya know!? When you’re sitting there, thinking of something, and then you shit your pants. What the fuck, right!? Anyways, I like bananas, but I’ve never eaten one. Who knew? I don’t think that people should be so mad at their own nation
TheDudesCarpet
An outlet for me is writing. Writing allows me to make sense of what doesnt make sense. Writing empowers me, eases me, and just makes me feel right. Writing is my outlet for whatever life puts in front of me.
outlets force creativity. Either you could be graced with the power to build and renew, or you’ll be continually haunted by those oddly rectangular eyes that stare at you so blankly. If i were you, I’d have a staring contest.
Brian
The word is what creates liberty of the heart and mind for humanity to survive in this complex world. We see today more than ever we would if technology would not be here…but lets observe the failed predictions in the 1040’s, Thomas Watson, Sr., then chairman of IBM, predicted that there would never be a need for more than 5 computers in the world..
Trisha Smith
I need an outlet of some sort. I have tried journals but they don’t work and always get destroyed anyway. I guess my therapist is one that I really like. The outlet in my room is broken and it bothers me all the time. I get so annoyed with it I just want to rip it out of the wall and put in a better one.
shopping is always fun. Cheap prices at an outlet mall. big chain stores with lots of people. Capitolism. Buying things to fill emptiness inside. money hungry. corporate greed.
a place where you go get things at cost like an outlet mall or an electrical outlet used for electricity, also used in venting like a way to express anger She needed an oulet for her anger issues.
There are so many outlets in my house. I think there’s about 4 or 5 in my own room. Is this really what our lives will depend on soon? Scrambling to find outlets in walls to fuel our need for constant electricity, just to be on the computer only to read something upsetting someone else wrote about you. Yeah, outlets. More like poop-lets.
The outlet of the microwave had just caught fire from the elephant knocking it over. What was the elephant doing in the apartment in the first place? Amelia never thought the outlet would catch fire- she had just replaced the old one with a fire-proof one! What happened?!
I was lost, confused.. I needed something, a way out. An escape from my life. I have no idea what to do anymore and I am not sure if I can handle it any longer. I need an outlet, but nothing will help me get out.. I am lost. Scared.. Help me.
I press you against the wall, my hands run down your thighs. A tear trickles down your cheek and onto the outlet. The feeling is shocking and I stop myself from hurting you.
shrink, until you are small enough to crawl, shacking, into the charged outlet behind the couch. make a home. set a pot of water on the stove. then you’ve fried.
What is my outlet? Is it pressure? Sometimes I think that I need to be pushed and challenged before I can accomplish something. My greatest fear is that when school is over, I will have lost my drive for writing. I know that it is something that you can always do, but I won’t made to write.I won’t be in the acedemic setting, where people are constantly challenging me to write new things. Therefore, will I become boring? Will I lose my outlet? Like an outlet mall. Fun to go to, but never all the time. Second class? Second best? Second. Seconds…. that’s how long I have to write? Write. Like right. As in human rights. in Madison, and fightinr workers’ rights. As in saying one person is wrong, right?
An outlet-a source of energy OR a place to let energy out.
Today I am drained. I could use an outlet.
Once when I was at the outlet mall, I saw my ex boyfriend with another girl. Part of me was very upset, but most of me wasn’t. He seemed happy and I was happy for him, after all, I love him. So I went and spent way to much money and got a lot of cute outfits to make myself feel better.
mall. Boring. Sooooo boring.
Vanilla wanderings and cracked pavement.
Sameness.
Strangely trapped with no.
Outlet
when i was little i thought that the signs that said “no outlet” meant that people in those houses didn’t have power outlets. i still get made fun of for it.
There was an outlet on the wall, but it always reminded me that there is often no outlet. It is so hard to convey what you actually feel, all the while seeing what others think you should feel. and this isn’t meant in the “I dont want to be a conformist” kind of way, but in the “I dont see yellow the way you do” kind of way.
The three of us ran screaming down the blazing sidewalk, our hair billowing behind us in the wind, hands full of extension cords. Gasping for breath, we stopped outside the closest store and found an outlet.
I’m way too lazy to write a whole thing about the word outlet. All I can think of right now is that I want a boyfriend. I just want a boy and him to call me his lady. I don’t give a fuck about no outlet.
Darkness washes over my senses. Not just a darkness through my eyes, but a darkness in my thoughts, within my skin, in my ears, my mouth, my nose. The penetrating silence dances like a blackened fire through my body. The cold water rushes around me closing me in, welcoming me to its phantoms.
An outlet is a manner of discharging energy, of removing the stress and emotion that overtakes your day-to-day life. Another definition is a literal conduit for the discharge of energy– which can kill you if used incorrectly. Coincidence?
A spark, a flame…energy that supplies the willingness to keep going. Something to stick your feelings into..make sure the switch is set…and let your demons flow through the walls, electrifying your surroundings. Breathe sparks of energetic evidence lightning flows as your worries disappear
sometimes I like to write because it is an outlet for me emotionally and creatively. except that is a lie. I say I like to write and I know that I like to but I hardly ever do. I started a blog to try and fix that and in some ways it has but I still only write small little blurbs and it’s somewhat satisfying but I know I can do more. I really should start to write creatively.
a place to shop for clothes that I like to go to with my family especially my mom cause she will pay for everything. electrical in the wall the lamp in my room is plugged into one and so is my ihome and my phone charger. outlet malls are fun
there’s an outlet on the wall. you should plug something in it. doesn’t matter what it is. whatever it is will work or it should at least. There’s an outlet mall nearby too. let’s go shopping and have fun. come on go with me to get some stuff.
.
i awoke with my finger in the outlet. some people call it a socket. my hair rose. my eyes bulged. i was charged, consumed, and electric. breakfast wouldn’t be ready for twenty minutes,
An outlet to me is what I try to find. An outlet for me to channel the eelings that are eating me. The one’s that tear me from the inside dieing to surface my skin and expose them self for what they are.
The ugly truth.
My secrets.
you don’t put your fingers in one. you need one to get anger out. you need one to express yourself and to love. you plug things into one. electricity flows through one, you can’t live without one. people are this. yeah…
There are some things I don’t feel I can talk about, but I can write about them and they will be safe. No one will see the true thoughts of my heart and I can say what ever I really feel in that outlet.
the means to an end, what you need when youve lost everything, a door that has opened when all the others have slammed, not in your face, but on your fingers. where you run to when all else in your life has failed you, when youve lost your faith, when you believe in nothing else. what you look for but never find until it presents itself to you.
The outlet of the drain was plugged by something small and shiny. She reached down into the icy water and pulled out the offending object…. and discovered that it was a glittering diamond. It was the biggest diamond she’d ever seen! Amy wasn’t certain where it’d come from, but if it was real- it was worth a fortune!
volleyball is my escape. my escape from the world. my ability to channel everything into my game. to unleash who i am on the court. to take out all my frustrations. my escape. my battleground. it’s apart of me
So I have this dog named Mango. She’s a really pretty golden retriever, but not exactly the brightest crayon out of the crayola colors. She licked a broken electrical outlet once.
I think this is probably an outlet for my procrastination. Seriously, because all I’ve been doing today had been avoiding GAMSAT study via the internet. And then when that failed, stumbleupon. Which led me to this. I would have written more but my phone just rang.
Sticking my finger in an electrical outlet may very well give my nearly brain-dead brain the very boost it needs to be able to give vent to my now-withered and sorely-missed creative outlet. A sort of recharge, if you will. Or, even if you won’t.
I wandered over here to find my creative outlet only to find an actual outlet. What am I supposed to plug in? My mind? No probably not because it was a long time ago I that I actually unplugged. Maybe I actually went brain dead. Maybe I should plug in, I am talking, typing, rambling incessantly. When will things make sense. Maybe it was better that I unplugged and walked away.
when i ran down the road i noticed the outlet for sewerage was leaking all over the street polluting our town with fecal and urine matter, did i tell the council? well no i was too busy trying to avoid that floating poo that looked like a snickers bar.
Writing is an outlet for so many emotions, recall of events, creativity buildup, and even just plain old boredom.
An outlet is somewhere where you can just be you or where you can let out things that you have suppressed for so long. An outlet is something that relaxes you and calms you. An outlet can be anything from a book, listening to music or where you put a plug into! Bottom line, an outlet is when you dont have to have any guards up and you can be just be you.
Sometimes, shit just happens. I don’t fucking like that, ya know!? When you’re sitting there, thinking of something, and then you shit your pants. What the fuck, right!? Anyways, I like bananas, but I’ve never eaten one. Who knew? I don’t think that people should be so mad at their own nation
An outlet for me is writing. Writing allows me to make sense of what doesnt make sense. Writing empowers me, eases me, and just makes me feel right. Writing is my outlet for whatever life puts in front of me.
outlets force creativity. Either you could be graced with the power to build and renew, or you’ll be continually haunted by those oddly rectangular eyes that stare at you so blankly. If i were you, I’d have a staring contest.
The word is what creates liberty of the heart and mind for humanity to survive in this complex world. We see today more than ever we would if technology would not be here…but lets observe the failed predictions in the 1040’s, Thomas Watson, Sr., then chairman of IBM, predicted that there would never be a need for more than 5 computers in the world..
I need an outlet of some sort. I have tried journals but they don’t work and always get destroyed anyway. I guess my therapist is one that I really like. The outlet in my room is broken and it bothers me all the time. I get so annoyed with it I just want to rip it out of the wall and put in a better one.
shopping is always fun. Cheap prices at an outlet mall. big chain stores with lots of people. Capitolism. Buying things to fill emptiness inside. money hungry. corporate greed.