streaming from my mind, i need only the proper outlet to let the vast wealth we all share dribble outside. Only the outlet were bigger, something might come of my vast vision.
The first thing I thought of was an outlet mall. Which is weird because that also led me to thinking about the outer banks, in north carolina. because that’s where i used to go to this outlet mall with my family. And i really liked it.
extension of a place or company or action or feeling. don’t believe in it sometimes but sometimes it works. good place to show feeling that are inside you that you cant usually express. money. savings.
there was an outlet in the wall. through the dark slits there was movement and then still ness and then there was light. in the blink of an eye the universe was created and all things ended. the reality of un reality filled the room as all the lives of the world were simul
the outlet sparked. i shoved my hand in it and it caught on fire. i was afraid but then the water put it out. the spark had a green blue tint and turned purple and orange. why was i so scared? i didnt know. i needed to get away from here.
i need an outlet I need a release something to ease the pressure something to stop the pain if only for a little while I need something something to make it all go away I need something to make me wanna stay
i need an outlet. electrical, metaphorical, regardless of the type. I need an outlet from this prison of a lifestyle. I understand the opportunities presented to me, but i believe that following the rules is an abomination of the nature.
it was obviously the only way out
i paddled towards the break of the dark vegetation that had surrounded me for such a long time now
and as I passed through this outlet to another world, the sun hit me and the darkness left me
free from my grasping insecurities and able to begin anew
You let your rage out and be really mad at people. Then you go to a really cheap shop that is part of a much bigger company. There you get really cheap stuff, clothes etc.
The words has to meanings
I peered into the socket. It wasn’t getting anywhere fast, I knew that was the way in, but how? The outlet was staring me straight in the face, just like it had a face of its own. All I had to do was figure out how this stupid thing was supposed to be the portal – supposed to lead me to another dimension.
I had the key somewhere in my pocket, but I wasn’t ready to try it just yet. This was a puzzle – something I was supposed to figure out on my own.
That’s when I saw it – the door on the other side of the room.
It gives me my reason, it is what I am doing, this is the outlet. The desire is present, the writing is the outlet, yet why am I frozen? Why can’t I do more? Why am I stoppable, unlike so many before me? This must end. I must endure.
i once stuck my finger in an outlet, just to see if it would kill me. Obviously, it didn’t. But I still get little shocks whenever I touch a blender. Maybe I should get that checked out…. Anyway….. where were we?
i was in a room and i looked in a corner and there was an electrical outlet. i thought hmm that looks different that normal. so i reached down and touched it. and instantly i was tranported into another world. i was in a purple room with pink dinosaurs.
Outlet just reminds me of outlet malls. The places my mom would drag me to and she and my sister would go nuts about. “Look at this sale I found!” or “Ooh designer jeans half price. Personally, I never cared that much, but I did like the time spent with them.
streaming from my mind, i need only the proper outlet to let the vast wealth we all share dribble outside. Only the outlet were bigger, something might come of my vast vision.
The first thing I thought of was an outlet mall. Which is weird because that also led me to thinking about the outer banks, in north carolina. because that’s where i used to go to this outlet mall with my family. And i really liked it.
extension of a place or company or action or feeling. don’t believe in it sometimes but sometimes it works. good place to show feeling that are inside you that you cant usually express. money. savings.
A place to vent anger. A place for energy to flow and rain into. A place to input your time and money.
there was an outlet in the wall. through the dark slits there was movement and then still ness and then there was light. in the blink of an eye the universe was created and all things ended. the reality of un reality filled the room as all the lives of the world were simul
the outlet sparked. i shoved my hand in it and it caught on fire. i was afraid but then the water put it out. the spark had a green blue tint and turned purple and orange. why was i so scared? i didnt know. i needed to get away from here.
I need a creative one. My mind is gradually collapsing in around me. I need to harness what’s left, before it disappears.
i need an outlet I need a release something to ease the pressure something to stop the pain if only for a little while I need something something to make it all go away I need something to make me wanna stay
i need an outlet. electrical, metaphorical, regardless of the type. I need an outlet from this prison of a lifestyle. I understand the opportunities presented to me, but i believe that following the rules is an abomination of the nature.
Outlet, electric, barbed wire-I set it
Up for you-entangled, encased. You’re my outlet for my tireless brain.
shopping outlets. outlet for grief, pain, rage etc.
it was obviously the only way out
i paddled towards the break of the dark vegetation that had surrounded me for such a long time now
and as I passed through this outlet to another world, the sun hit me and the darkness left me
free from my grasping insecurities and able to begin anew
the outlet is a cool place to be super cheap
You let your rage out and be really mad at people. Then you go to a really cheap shop that is part of a much bigger company. There you get really cheap stuff, clothes etc.
The words has to meanings
Where the bargains sometimes are good but you have to be in luck to find you size.
electricity, power, shock.
escape,
electricity, power, shock.
escape,
I peered into the socket. It wasn’t getting anywhere fast, I knew that was the way in, but how? The outlet was staring me straight in the face, just like it had a face of its own. All I had to do was figure out how this stupid thing was supposed to be the portal – supposed to lead me to another dimension.
I had the key somewhere in my pocket, but I wasn’t ready to try it just yet. This was a puzzle – something I was supposed to figure out on my own.
That’s when I saw it – the door on the other side of the room.
It gives me my reason, it is what I am doing, this is the outlet. The desire is present, the writing is the outlet, yet why am I frozen? Why can’t I do more? Why am I stoppable, unlike so many before me? This must end. I must endure.
plug things into them
street outlets?
no outlet
broken outlet
this is an outlet for all of my thoughts that i am not supposed to be thinking about.
i once stuck my finger in an outlet, just to see if it would kill me. Obviously, it didn’t. But I still get little shocks whenever I touch a blender. Maybe I should get that checked out…. Anyway….. where were we?
i was in a room and i looked in a corner and there was an electrical outlet. i thought hmm that looks different that normal. so i reached down and touched it. and instantly i was tranported into another world. i was in a purple room with pink dinosaurs.
you plug shit in.
and i just realized how ridiculous that sounded.
Outlet just reminds me of outlet malls. The places my mom would drag me to and she and my sister would go nuts about. “Look at this sale I found!” or “Ooh designer jeans half price. Personally, I never cared that much, but I did like the time spent with them.