outlet makes me think of electric outlets. And also about having an outlet for your frustration, or happiness, or thoughts. It brings to mind artists: painters, actors, writers… anyone who uses their work as an outlet to express themselves. It’s a beautiful thing.
Sarah
cannibalism
yany
a place to find clothes. a shopping mall maybe. a place to plug in our electrical cords. maybe a place to go through an opening.
Adrian
There was a great outlet store where I grew up. It was a dazzling array of great yet inplausible items. You would often knock over goods on your way through the scanty aisles. It was incredible to see some of the vintage items that were buried behind shelves loaded with interesting items.
Roberta B. Fiebig
I like to shop at outlets. These are stores where goods that either cannot be sold in shopping centers due to flaws or over production can be found at reasonable prices. Maybe the item is last year’s style. As a teacher, I find outlets a great way to stretch a dollar.
Jeanie
Some people see outlet as a place to feed their shopping addiction, the chance to buy inexpensively so they may fill their closets with the latest clothing clutter.
I see outlet as a place to express myself, or a place to plug into, like an electrical outlet. I find a space where I fit, where I am fired up and juiced and know I will be able to use everything I am to be able to become who and what I am meant to become.
OUTLET.
juliejordanscott@hotmail.com
the outlet is very big
anjali
outlets; they don’t fit very well in my current house. probably b/c of the crappy construction that is apparent in everything else-the insulation, the molding, carpet, etc. perhaps there’s no pride in work here-and perhaps that’s why our (US) sense of entitlement is so annoying to me.
Marc
The outlet sparked. I guess knives fit in there, but really ought not to. Unless the sparking was a feature, and not a bug…?
Mel
A way to let go or a way to get out. Let out your feelings, walk through the gate. I love a safe outlet either way. Walking or speaking as a way of letting it out in a safe place, what could be better! Let it out, let it out.
Jeanine
Pass away from the goal. A way to get rid of bad feelings. The mall in San Marcos. A way out of a situation.
Nora Kight
she screamed at the top of her lungs, hands clenched into a fist. she could feel a vein about to pop in her neck. she stared at him, eyes sharp, mouth curled into a snarl.
but he only kept quiet.
after 10 minutes, she collapsed into his arms.
“sorry” she said.
“it’s okay.” he said, brushing her hair. “i know you only needed an outlet.”
she smiled.
de Souza
all u crackers think global warming is true dem idiots thaey say were ina snow cycle wt crap is wrong with al gore and his demon devil cronies? rant over out bye
hahahhaha al sucker
I went to an outlet once. I bought nice khaki pants and shoes. They were expensive. I remember: one pair of nikes that went for 120 dollars, i got for 60. Isn’t that amazing? I mean, whoa! I saved 60 bucks on shoes.
Jaime
a store
tyrese
a store
tyrese
like a shopping outlet mall, or an electric outet or a creative outlet
Anonymous
I love to shop, and outlets make me want to throw up. I hate looking at things while little bargain hunting ladies crouch under my armpit trying to grab the thing I’m looking at out of my hands. I also hate electrical outlets. They are much too tempting for kids and pets. Dark, mysterious holes in the wall where one can fry themselves into oblivion. Weird.
Yana yaya.715@hotmail.com
he drove to the outlet. His palms were sweating as he gripped the steering wheel. he was fearful of what awaited him. he stopped the car and climbed out. the cold bit mercilessly at his skin and he shivered both with the cold and with fear.
_CitizenErased_
Murder was the outlet for my frustrations. If somebody got out of line, I would plot their death. It was the only answer. Friend, family or foe, everyone would feel my wrath. Last night I killed my father, I didn’t want to but he drove me into it. It was my only option and I have no regrets.
Aimee Frogman
One time I went to an outlet store with my sister. I saw people there I didn’t want to see but I said hello to them anyway. We did buy some clothes, which were sub-par quality, but just as expensive as a chain store of the same name. I don’t think I’ll go back there anytime soon.
Ruth Rumely
When I was a small child we used to go to this amazing knitting outlet. They had all kinds of sweaters, in all kinds of different patterns and colors. Irish knits, and basics, but the sheer volume of wool was always a revelation to me. I imagine the sheep.
Peter
Music is my outlet. I play/listen to music every chance I get. I also love to conduct.
If only I wasn’t so nervous…
AJK
way to express your inner self to touch the stars and touch the earth and express it with what ever gift you have been granted.
Amy
The outlet centre was on the outskirts of town. The other end of town. karen knew it would take about an hour to get there on a Saturday. she didn’t know what they’d talk about for a whole hour suck in a car. She’d have to be very careful what music she put in the player that day.
Hel
What the hell did the shrink mean, he needed new outlets. It wasn’t as if he’d hit the kid or refused to eat Shirley’s cooking. He liked baseball as well as the next guy, but he was just tired when he came home. He wanted a little peace and quiet. That’s all.
Sarah Collins Honenberger
i need an outlet for the feelings i am not supposed to feel. opposition. contradiction. hypocrisy and derision. i want to make them uncomfortable. i want to try. i want to stand on tables and sing in quiet spaces. i want to push them with my dreams and watch them stumble and try not to fall down.
tina tina shanouse
idk
Anonymous
It is the perfect outlet for any submerged, hidden, oppressed anger. The dojo. Once you’re there, all your concentration is on your form, technique, skill, and power.
kristin
awe
Maryam
i think of emotional outlet, like a girl i used to use as an outlet for my affection. that was bad of me, i’m sorry, but i actually like you now. like me back?
rice
hahahahaha, I just wasted about fifteen seconds looking at facebook while the clock here was running. believe it or not, this website is an outlet for me, as is my bedroom, journal, and the great outdoors. Take a step outside. I promise you’ll like it.
Kendra
The water seeped and dripped out of the wall, staining the sheet-rock a deep dark grey, and completely covering the outlet. I looked at the cord in my hand and looked at the outlet, and then at the cord in my hand. “What was it Mum used to say about outlets and water?”
Plasticities
I knew my frustrations needed a gate, an outlet. I was bottled up and going to implode. I’d implode, of course, because exploding is just so rude.
I discovered horses. I could ride as hard as my day had been. I could tell my mare my issues.
procrastinator
the outlet was just hanging out of the wall, wires exposed. Any little baby could wander by and be destroyed by it. Any kitten or dwarf. It had been that way for seven years
FarragoNW
i way to express needs and desires i love roleplaying i was thinking of trying to roleplay a naughty transvestite who needs punishing
MIstress Gigi
today i am happy because i have attended a workshop on group discussion. I did not perform well, but i learnt a lot of things about how to get involved in the discussion.
KAP
Only once, in fifth grade, have I ever been electrified. No, my hair did not stand on end, and I did not jump ten feet into the air. It was more like a surprised little shock, a kind of bubble bursting through the veins in my index finger.
jessica
thumbs and tongues and tacks find energetic refuge, electrifying deluge, short circuit classrooms.
Anonymous
The outlet was so clear I had to be redeemed even if it meant shooting the foot off my son. The Gun was the only thing wedged between my habnd and his precious life.
outlet makes me think of electric outlets. And also about having an outlet for your frustration, or happiness, or thoughts. It brings to mind artists: painters, actors, writers… anyone who uses their work as an outlet to express themselves. It’s a beautiful thing.
cannibalism
a place to find clothes. a shopping mall maybe. a place to plug in our electrical cords. maybe a place to go through an opening.
There was a great outlet store where I grew up. It was a dazzling array of great yet inplausible items. You would often knock over goods on your way through the scanty aisles. It was incredible to see some of the vintage items that were buried behind shelves loaded with interesting items.
I like to shop at outlets. These are stores where goods that either cannot be sold in shopping centers due to flaws or over production can be found at reasonable prices. Maybe the item is last year’s style. As a teacher, I find outlets a great way to stretch a dollar.
Some people see outlet as a place to feed their shopping addiction, the chance to buy inexpensively so they may fill their closets with the latest clothing clutter.
I see outlet as a place to express myself, or a place to plug into, like an electrical outlet. I find a space where I fit, where I am fired up and juiced and know I will be able to use everything I am to be able to become who and what I am meant to become.
OUTLET.
the outlet is very big
outlets; they don’t fit very well in my current house. probably b/c of the crappy construction that is apparent in everything else-the insulation, the molding, carpet, etc. perhaps there’s no pride in work here-and perhaps that’s why our (US) sense of entitlement is so annoying to me.
The outlet sparked. I guess knives fit in there, but really ought not to. Unless the sparking was a feature, and not a bug…?
A way to let go or a way to get out. Let out your feelings, walk through the gate. I love a safe outlet either way. Walking or speaking as a way of letting it out in a safe place, what could be better! Let it out, let it out.
Pass away from the goal. A way to get rid of bad feelings. The mall in San Marcos. A way out of a situation.
she screamed at the top of her lungs, hands clenched into a fist. she could feel a vein about to pop in her neck. she stared at him, eyes sharp, mouth curled into a snarl.
but he only kept quiet.
after 10 minutes, she collapsed into his arms.
“sorry” she said.
“it’s okay.” he said, brushing her hair. “i know you only needed an outlet.”
she smiled.
all u crackers think global warming is true dem idiots thaey say were ina snow cycle wt crap is wrong with al gore and his demon devil cronies? rant over out bye
I went to an outlet once. I bought nice khaki pants and shoes. They were expensive. I remember: one pair of nikes that went for 120 dollars, i got for 60. Isn’t that amazing? I mean, whoa! I saved 60 bucks on shoes.
a store
a store
like a shopping outlet mall, or an electric outet or a creative outlet
I love to shop, and outlets make me want to throw up. I hate looking at things while little bargain hunting ladies crouch under my armpit trying to grab the thing I’m looking at out of my hands. I also hate electrical outlets. They are much too tempting for kids and pets. Dark, mysterious holes in the wall where one can fry themselves into oblivion. Weird.
he drove to the outlet. His palms were sweating as he gripped the steering wheel. he was fearful of what awaited him. he stopped the car and climbed out. the cold bit mercilessly at his skin and he shivered both with the cold and with fear.
Murder was the outlet for my frustrations. If somebody got out of line, I would plot their death. It was the only answer. Friend, family or foe, everyone would feel my wrath. Last night I killed my father, I didn’t want to but he drove me into it. It was my only option and I have no regrets.
One time I went to an outlet store with my sister. I saw people there I didn’t want to see but I said hello to them anyway. We did buy some clothes, which were sub-par quality, but just as expensive as a chain store of the same name. I don’t think I’ll go back there anytime soon.
When I was a small child we used to go to this amazing knitting outlet. They had all kinds of sweaters, in all kinds of different patterns and colors. Irish knits, and basics, but the sheer volume of wool was always a revelation to me. I imagine the sheep.
Music is my outlet. I play/listen to music every chance I get. I also love to conduct.
If only I wasn’t so nervous…
way to express your inner self to touch the stars and touch the earth and express it with what ever gift you have been granted.
The outlet centre was on the outskirts of town. The other end of town. karen knew it would take about an hour to get there on a Saturday. she didn’t know what they’d talk about for a whole hour suck in a car. She’d have to be very careful what music she put in the player that day.
What the hell did the shrink mean, he needed new outlets. It wasn’t as if he’d hit the kid or refused to eat Shirley’s cooking. He liked baseball as well as the next guy, but he was just tired when he came home. He wanted a little peace and quiet. That’s all.
i need an outlet for the feelings i am not supposed to feel. opposition. contradiction. hypocrisy and derision. i want to make them uncomfortable. i want to try. i want to stand on tables and sing in quiet spaces. i want to push them with my dreams and watch them stumble and try not to fall down.
idk
It is the perfect outlet for any submerged, hidden, oppressed anger. The dojo. Once you’re there, all your concentration is on your form, technique, skill, and power.
awe
i think of emotional outlet, like a girl i used to use as an outlet for my affection. that was bad of me, i’m sorry, but i actually like you now. like me back?
hahahahaha, I just wasted about fifteen seconds looking at facebook while the clock here was running. believe it or not, this website is an outlet for me, as is my bedroom, journal, and the great outdoors. Take a step outside. I promise you’ll like it.
The water seeped and dripped out of the wall, staining the sheet-rock a deep dark grey, and completely covering the outlet. I looked at the cord in my hand and looked at the outlet, and then at the cord in my hand. “What was it Mum used to say about outlets and water?”
I knew my frustrations needed a gate, an outlet. I was bottled up and going to implode. I’d implode, of course, because exploding is just so rude.
I discovered horses. I could ride as hard as my day had been. I could tell my mare my issues.
the outlet was just hanging out of the wall, wires exposed. Any little baby could wander by and be destroyed by it. Any kitten or dwarf. It had been that way for seven years
i way to express needs and desires i love roleplaying i was thinking of trying to roleplay a naughty transvestite who needs punishing
today i am happy because i have attended a workshop on group discussion. I did not perform well, but i learnt a lot of things about how to get involved in the discussion.
Only once, in fifth grade, have I ever been electrified. No, my hair did not stand on end, and I did not jump ten feet into the air. It was more like a surprised little shock, a kind of bubble bursting through the veins in my index finger.
thumbs and tongues and tacks find energetic refuge, electrifying deluge, short circuit classrooms.
The outlet was so clear I had to be redeemed even if it meant shooting the foot off my son. The Gun was the only thing wedged between my habnd and his precious life.