i think the outlets mean the mind, i thok you d=should leave just leave go , i hate you my the outside or maybe my asement i don’t know leave me alone ahhhhhhhh out, or let, let me fall in love, let me for once get what i want, out i’m out of this world i guess, wowo strangel
miracle
outlet?
Yeah, I wish I could still say that my outlet is writing. I used to be able to say that. But when I write, I still feel very in. I want more to scream. To be the person I know I am, and have everyone else see her.
jenibo
i have none, my outlet is my fear, the fear of nothing, that is my reality, i leave all emotion there
faggots
So ein outlet war eine feine sache. Sie hatte keine chance sich diese sachen u den normalpreis zu kaufen, das haette sie sich niemals leisten koennen, aber so? so sah es wesentlich besser aus, auch wenn die dinge nicht mehr der neuesten mode entsprachen. aber es war gute qualitaet, nicht wahr, und es stand immer noch ‘diesel’ darauf…
richie
i have man outlets for my anger. Ha, just kidding, that was a blatant lie. I never really wonder about where my anger comes from…but when it’s there it’s like a full Roman army against the world. I have so much hate built up in me and I wish that I could just let it out. I am so sick of this
G
like clothing right or a place to store electricity. i don’t really have an outlet at the moment. I’m outletless, like the girl in the bathroom drawing crosses on her skin in Clearasil. she’s beautiful but i bet she juts doesn’t know.
i really don’t have anywhere to turn. no where to go.
even the cheap places have sold out on me.
Skye Pennant
The thing in the wall that allows us to power everything that we might need. It lights our rooms with lamps. It charges are cellphones; charging our social lives. They shock you when metal objects are inserted into their inviting little holes. The look like little faces. I dislike ’em.
Wyatt
again? I just did this word, I thought there might be a new one for every click but it turns out there’s just a new one for every day. Dude, the time thing is moving so much faster than it idd last time, last time it was slow slow slow, like waves. I wish I saw what the maximum time is though because now I’m rushing, tumbling head over heels as the thing goes into yellow FUCK I forgot to write about outlet. I saw this dude who tried to make an anti-gay argument with plugs the other day on youtube. Stupid shit.
nora claire
broken plug, opened worlds above my horizon, all is blue and all is gold and we are flying into mechanical inprecision, you are a burnt spear and I am a foggy horizon. knife to outlet, he tries to get 97 seconds and all is zero and faded remarks, burnt time, orange lime water, breaking like breaking up, oilwater prone to milky way induced drowsiness.
Nora Claire
There is no place to go trapped… breathless…
I need an outlet
Jo
This is an outlet for my thoughts. I know that’s an easy answer and that’s kind of cheating. But hey, where else am I supposed to put them.
Anonymous
in williamsburg i love to go there and shop at the outlet malls. I always get a great deal. I have not been in quite awhile. The last time I went I got a coat and a beautiful silver necklace. I still have it and the coat.
Anonymous
the outlet is blue and pink and red all over. The outlet has my deepest sympathy. The outlet is my own. The outlet never had any feelings of his own. The outlet never let the world input on him. The outlet was everyones favorite
Aaron Ami
I need an outlet, a door to let out my screams. Maybe if we all had an outlet, people wouldn’t be so angry. Maybe everyone should find an outlet for their emotions, whether it’s writing, or punchin a pillow
Anonymous
plug wall computer ipod wireless electricity mall shopping
stage place to vent, seriously what the fuck
mikayla Moyer
outlet
dan
its on the wall. and sometimes we forget about it. but it is there. for us to use sometimes. and we really should pay attention to how often we use it. we need it, but we also cannot abuse its power. it might burn out. and that would be misuse.
pao
I work at an outlet store. It’s hot in there, no air conditioning, which is odd seeing as everything in there is expensive. You would think that they could spent a little bit more money on air-con but no. Jerks.
scarlet
i need to find an outlet for the frustration that i feel towards my car for not working properly. It is outside now, taunting me, frusturating me, making me angry. now i’m out of time and broke and my car still doesnt work and i need to find an outlet for these feelings
sam
dgdfgdfgdfgdfgdfgdfgdfgdfgdf
fsdfdsf
i went to the outlet last night and i saw the most beautiful girl, it all went right until i saw her next week when my bestfriend introduced me to her new girlfriend
ruize
The mind has an outlet for all the negative energy the psyche absorbs. The id, the shadow, the reptilian part of the brain; if you don’t block the outlet, none of these will be a problem.
Scotty
Outlet is an interesting word. I really don’t have much to say, it is the combination of out and let. The word let makes me think of eyelet, which is related to outlet since things seem to go through both. Thread, or something of the like goes through an eyelet, and anything can go through an outlet depending on the circumstances.
Justin
outlet. Let out? teltuo? tuo tel?
I have no idea what I am going on about. An outlet, um, an escape? I need to read more dicitionarys.
Sarah
Linda screamed when she saw the sight of her son on the floor. The sticky fork in his hand had been jabbed into the electrical outlet on the wall before him and she could not stand
Anonymous
sometimes people need an outlet to go to. that can either be through a friend, a punching bag, or just some inanimate object the person has given some sort of personal value. either way, if one doesn’t have an outlet the dam can overflow and that wouldn’t be good now would it?
mbkplayer
So i figure there’s only a couple outlets which i can really express my feelings.
There’s writing, which i’m doing now in an attempt to express myself. Which is obviously failing since i’m a little buzzed right now.
Then there’s drinking, which, btw this may surprise you, I am against.
There’s the usual beat your woman as an outlet but you know what i’m not so good for that either.
Then there’s that girl. She’s my outlet.
David
the entire house had only teo outlets. the tv was plugged in and so was the clock. there was a power strip with all the other things plugged into it.
hi
The outlet was tiny.
But there was so much of water being released through that!
Astounding!
One would imagine that the outlet would just crumble any moment now. With the gush and rush that poured through!
But it just was the same…all these years..
Sowm
The outlet was narrow to say the least. Julie had a moment of panic as the boat sped toward the opening; had her intelligence been wrong? One could never quite count on Langley. They might just decide that you were expendable and see that your demise looked like an accident – a miscalculation. She gritted her teeth and punched the throttle.
Daniel M.
one time an outlet ate my face. I hate this. this is the stupidest thing in the whole world. what a dumb idea you have made
silly
I need an outlet for my anger, fear and hate, because those feelings bundled up inside myself are overwhelming. I can’t handle it. I cry and scream and torture to try and relieve the hurt I feel inside, but nothing seems to be able to free me. I want you to be my outlet, but I know one day I will lose you.
Jill
there is an outlet in the wall. luckily im sitting next to it so my computer can be plugged in. astronomy class is so long that if i werent sitting next to the plug in or “outlet” i might die. . . of boredom. it has electricity.thats all i got i think…. i once stuck my finger in one. thats not true. um. yeah. out. let. outlet.
lauren
My outlet is scrapbooking, or knitting or cross stitch…anything that will allow me to sit and totally clear my mind in the interest of focusing on just one object. Wow 60 seconds huh? You can’t write a lot in 60 seconds so of course I will be going over that amount. So, there is an outlet below my desk, writing is a creative outlet and now i’ve about exhausted my thoughts on this word. Tough word ot focus on!
Janice
I love outlets
creative outlets
outlet shopping
electical outlets
all of these make my life wonderful in so many ways.
if it werent for creative outlets, I would be crazy.
if it werent for outlet shopping the world would be discount free.
AMM
I need one, that’s for sure. I have so much pent up/ Words, ideas, anger. This is an outlet, this one word thing. Very clever. Anyhoo, outlets are beautiful. They purge, they cleanse. They disfigure the mind wonderfully. All writers and thinkers should have one. I need one. Outlet. It is electricity, is it not? Heh…
Zeeva
out
phoebe
Need as sure as a rising sun. An outlet for my demons. She offered me her throat. My dragon rose from its dark rest and the me the world saw everyday vanished in a haze of violence and deep, deep depravity. She smiled as my blow fell.
Sir
shopping gay clothes and food I like retail therapy center parking lot lots of cars bus stop subway shiny stores big shopping palace people everywhere casino skin kfc fast food
cable bullshit
i think the outlets mean the mind, i thok you d=should leave just leave go , i hate you my the outside or maybe my asement i don’t know leave me alone ahhhhhhhh out, or let, let me fall in love, let me for once get what i want, out i’m out of this world i guess, wowo strangel
outlet?
Yeah, I wish I could still say that my outlet is writing. I used to be able to say that. But when I write, I still feel very in. I want more to scream. To be the person I know I am, and have everyone else see her.
i have none, my outlet is my fear, the fear of nothing, that is my reality, i leave all emotion there
So ein outlet war eine feine sache. Sie hatte keine chance sich diese sachen u den normalpreis zu kaufen, das haette sie sich niemals leisten koennen, aber so? so sah es wesentlich besser aus, auch wenn die dinge nicht mehr der neuesten mode entsprachen. aber es war gute qualitaet, nicht wahr, und es stand immer noch ‘diesel’ darauf…
i have man outlets for my anger. Ha, just kidding, that was a blatant lie. I never really wonder about where my anger comes from…but when it’s there it’s like a full Roman army against the world. I have so much hate built up in me and I wish that I could just let it out. I am so sick of this
like clothing right or a place to store electricity. i don’t really have an outlet at the moment. I’m outletless, like the girl in the bathroom drawing crosses on her skin in Clearasil. she’s beautiful but i bet she juts doesn’t know.
i really don’t have anywhere to turn. no where to go.
even the cheap places have sold out on me.
The thing in the wall that allows us to power everything that we might need. It lights our rooms with lamps. It charges are cellphones; charging our social lives. They shock you when metal objects are inserted into their inviting little holes. The look like little faces. I dislike ’em.
again? I just did this word, I thought there might be a new one for every click but it turns out there’s just a new one for every day. Dude, the time thing is moving so much faster than it idd last time, last time it was slow slow slow, like waves. I wish I saw what the maximum time is though because now I’m rushing, tumbling head over heels as the thing goes into yellow FUCK I forgot to write about outlet. I saw this dude who tried to make an anti-gay argument with plugs the other day on youtube. Stupid shit.
broken plug, opened worlds above my horizon, all is blue and all is gold and we are flying into mechanical inprecision, you are a burnt spear and I am a foggy horizon. knife to outlet, he tries to get 97 seconds and all is zero and faded remarks, burnt time, orange lime water, breaking like breaking up, oilwater prone to milky way induced drowsiness.
There is no place to go trapped… breathless…
I need an outlet
This is an outlet for my thoughts. I know that’s an easy answer and that’s kind of cheating. But hey, where else am I supposed to put them.
in williamsburg i love to go there and shop at the outlet malls. I always get a great deal. I have not been in quite awhile. The last time I went I got a coat and a beautiful silver necklace. I still have it and the coat.
the outlet is blue and pink and red all over. The outlet has my deepest sympathy. The outlet is my own. The outlet never had any feelings of his own. The outlet never let the world input on him. The outlet was everyones favorite
I need an outlet, a door to let out my screams. Maybe if we all had an outlet, people wouldn’t be so angry. Maybe everyone should find an outlet for their emotions, whether it’s writing, or punchin a pillow
plug wall computer ipod wireless electricity mall shopping
stage place to vent, seriously what the fuck
outlet
its on the wall. and sometimes we forget about it. but it is there. for us to use sometimes. and we really should pay attention to how often we use it. we need it, but we also cannot abuse its power. it might burn out. and that would be misuse.
I work at an outlet store. It’s hot in there, no air conditioning, which is odd seeing as everything in there is expensive. You would think that they could spent a little bit more money on air-con but no. Jerks.
i need to find an outlet for the frustration that i feel towards my car for not working properly. It is outside now, taunting me, frusturating me, making me angry. now i’m out of time and broke and my car still doesnt work and i need to find an outlet for these feelings
dgdfgdfgdfgdfgdfgdfgdfgdfgdf
i went to the outlet last night and i saw the most beautiful girl, it all went right until i saw her next week when my bestfriend introduced me to her new girlfriend
The mind has an outlet for all the negative energy the psyche absorbs. The id, the shadow, the reptilian part of the brain; if you don’t block the outlet, none of these will be a problem.
Outlet is an interesting word. I really don’t have much to say, it is the combination of out and let. The word let makes me think of eyelet, which is related to outlet since things seem to go through both. Thread, or something of the like goes through an eyelet, and anything can go through an outlet depending on the circumstances.
outlet. Let out? teltuo? tuo tel?
I have no idea what I am going on about. An outlet, um, an escape? I need to read more dicitionarys.
Linda screamed when she saw the sight of her son on the floor. The sticky fork in his hand had been jabbed into the electrical outlet on the wall before him and she could not stand
sometimes people need an outlet to go to. that can either be through a friend, a punching bag, or just some inanimate object the person has given some sort of personal value. either way, if one doesn’t have an outlet the dam can overflow and that wouldn’t be good now would it?
So i figure there’s only a couple outlets which i can really express my feelings.
There’s writing, which i’m doing now in an attempt to express myself. Which is obviously failing since i’m a little buzzed right now.
Then there’s drinking, which, btw this may surprise you, I am against.
There’s the usual beat your woman as an outlet but you know what i’m not so good for that either.
Then there’s that girl. She’s my outlet.
the entire house had only teo outlets. the tv was plugged in and so was the clock. there was a power strip with all the other things plugged into it.
The outlet was tiny.
But there was so much of water being released through that!
Astounding!
One would imagine that the outlet would just crumble any moment now. With the gush and rush that poured through!
But it just was the same…all these years..
The outlet was narrow to say the least. Julie had a moment of panic as the boat sped toward the opening; had her intelligence been wrong? One could never quite count on Langley. They might just decide that you were expendable and see that your demise looked like an accident – a miscalculation. She gritted her teeth and punched the throttle.
one time an outlet ate my face. I hate this. this is the stupidest thing in the whole world. what a dumb idea you have made
I need an outlet for my anger, fear and hate, because those feelings bundled up inside myself are overwhelming. I can’t handle it. I cry and scream and torture to try and relieve the hurt I feel inside, but nothing seems to be able to free me. I want you to be my outlet, but I know one day I will lose you.
there is an outlet in the wall. luckily im sitting next to it so my computer can be plugged in. astronomy class is so long that if i werent sitting next to the plug in or “outlet” i might die. . . of boredom. it has electricity.thats all i got i think…. i once stuck my finger in one. thats not true. um. yeah. out. let. outlet.
My outlet is scrapbooking, or knitting or cross stitch…anything that will allow me to sit and totally clear my mind in the interest of focusing on just one object. Wow 60 seconds huh? You can’t write a lot in 60 seconds so of course I will be going over that amount. So, there is an outlet below my desk, writing is a creative outlet and now i’ve about exhausted my thoughts on this word. Tough word ot focus on!
I love outlets
creative outlets
outlet shopping
electical outlets
all of these make my life wonderful in so many ways.
if it werent for creative outlets, I would be crazy.
if it werent for outlet shopping the world would be discount free.
I need one, that’s for sure. I have so much pent up/ Words, ideas, anger. This is an outlet, this one word thing. Very clever. Anyhoo, outlets are beautiful. They purge, they cleanse. They disfigure the mind wonderfully. All writers and thinkers should have one. I need one. Outlet. It is electricity, is it not? Heh…
out
Need as sure as a rising sun. An outlet for my demons. She offered me her throat. My dragon rose from its dark rest and the me the world saw everyday vanished in a haze of violence and deep, deep depravity. She smiled as my blow fell.
shopping gay clothes and food I like retail therapy center parking lot lots of cars bus stop subway shiny stores big shopping palace people everywhere casino skin kfc fast food