When I was at the outlet I just didn’t know what to buy. It was interesting because I have seen many-many things, but I just did not know which one should I buy. Finally, I could decide, and I bought a pair of red Nike shoes. I really
Martin tossed and turned in his bed. He tried to keep him mind clear but it always seemed to go back to that Burger King. He sat up, putting his hands over the covers he gripped the sheets. “That outlet is going to burn the whole building down,” he grumbled nervously to himself.
“Where is my stupid charger??? My phone’s dying!”
“Did you check the outlet?” my sister asked.
“Oh,” I said, feeling silly.
What do you know? It was right there.
A wave of relief washed over me as I plugged my phone in to charge.
Writing became a main outlet for her emotions. It was a way for her to express not only her pain but the serene slender of her sorrows also. She couldn’t explain them so she used her poetic talents to do them justice. This outlet was her getaway, entering an unrealistic world of her own.
I have no idea what an outlet is, do you? I really do not know what to write because I really do not know what an outlet is. Never heard of it before, or have I?
Yeah she came to the outlet store. Drunk as usual. I said Lucy why are you drunk? She said I’m not drunk I have a cold. Oh I see. I said. What did you take for it? I asked. A bottle of vodka she explains. Lucy your drunk. I said exasperated. No its medicine. She waffles on to me. I want to buy a pair of jeans and some nice high heeled shoes. She goes on. And how will you even walk in them? You can hardly walk
This is where the Mega Mall ends and the Mini Mall begins. An endless, yet tiny limited realm of possibilities. I will always love the outlets over the malls – these are the spice of (poorer) life!
there was an avalanche when the outlet burst. all kinds of everything just poured out. there were colours, sounds, lights and dimensions hitherto unseen, unheard and unfelt.
This fucking outlets are not good for human kind.
Big people earn from opeining more and more outlets
this shuts small scale business and small people can never get above
This is for benefits of rich for making them richer and so on.
We people should support regional businesses and help everyone earn.
an outlet is a place where you plug things in. not just a physical place, but an emotional. you plug in your thoughts, dreams, aspirations. sometimes, the circuit breaker isn’t working properly, and those ideas get stifled by life. other times, the circuit breaker is working perfectly, and people listen. They care, and it’s beautiful.
Every weekend i used to pay a visit this web
site, for the reason that i want enjoyment, for the reason that this this website conations actually nice funny
data too.
Letting my feelings go.That is what i needed.I did not want to bury them but i wanted to just separate them from me,the hurt and the disappointment.I needed an outlet for it.
They had started again. She had been watching the new beings for some time now, and they seemed to have patterns for doing things. A short time spent doing one thing, then another, then they would all go inside their little boxes for a while, then all come out and start the cycle again. It all seemed pointless to her, but there was one small group that captivated her attention. They had a small box that made beautiful sounds, and they would all move in unison with the rhythms that came out of it. It seemed to be some kind of emotional outlet for them, as they all seemed relaxed and happy afterward, and even she had to admit that watching it had a soothing effect. She began to wonder if these beings were different from the ones that had come before.
The sound of gunfire filled the empty space. This always made him feel better. Those bastards didn’t know a damn thing about him. The target was torn to shreds, but he shot a few more times for good measure. That’s the way it works in video games at least. He wasn’t a violent person, but somehow hearing the gun fire, and feeling the vibrations up his arms and through his chest gave him solace.
Today’s buzzword salad is still coated with yesterday’s set dressing, pretentious in that it claims to be the portend of tomorrow’s tastes.
I know better, don’t you?
But that’s the trouble with it all isn’t it. Plus solitude.
Struggling with the outlet words to say what you mean.
Earnest nature cloaked in drippings of sarcasm, who taught you how to talk like that anyway?
These sing song verbs wrapped in double-edged meanings, a post-modern in the soundbite era.
It was dark, everywhere in the hallway except for one outlet with a star wars nightlight plugged in. You walk slowly towards it, wondering what happened and how you got here. You walk for what seems like forever, but never seem to reach the light. You feel uneasy, like someone is watching you. You turn, but there’s nothing but blackness behind you. You start to sprint towards the light, but with every step you take it feels like the light is getting farther and farther away. The darkness is swallowing you. Memories start to play out in front of you, almost like a movie. Your father leaving, your grandparent’s death, the love of your life leaving you for your best friend. You lose hope and slowly give up, letting the darkness surround you, letting him win. It’s not like there’s anyone left to miss you anyway.
most fashion outlets today seem to be selling high priced stuff for the rich who seem to have more money than ideas about what to do with it. A constant gripe of my slave morality (cf F Niztche) is that this creates a parallel economy which locks money out of the real economy of essential goods and services – thereby reducing the net available cash for the betterment of most people in the world.
There are outlet stores near where I went to college, but my mind immediately jumps to the outlet of a river. Specifically en estuary of the Tennessee River that I paddled down at my Grandparent’s house. Laying back in the summer Alabama sun staring at the clouds and drifting along with no friction.
He found this token laying on the floor. Rain slammed against my back as I bent over to pick it up, the weight of the world nearly pushing me over. Thinking, oh what a waste of time, his finger touches it just slightly before he tears his torso from is crooked angle to become a pathetic upright form again. Carry on, there’s nothing worth looking for, no #outlet for this crazy life. @oznolem #oneword
An outlet can mean many things. Outlet that gives you electricity or an outlet from a bad situation. Which one did you think of? I think this says a lot about us. Personally, I thought about an outlet from a bad situation. I think this is because many things in life scare me.
Keeping all your anger, frustration captured inside you may have very negative impact on you. We need to provide some kind of outlet to our negative feelings to get rid of these emotions. Now, some may opt to use somebody to outlet their negative feeling, to get rid of all anger, frustration inside them. But there are other positive ways to outlet your negative emotions. Writing is one of them.
I needed an outlet for the creative juices that flowed through my veins. I couldn’t find it. A light switch in the dark. A house with no front door. A seedless garden.
my girlfriend is my biggest outlet. whenever I’m going through something she’s she person I can go to for advice or just to vent. Sometimes I honestly feel like I’m putting my extra problems on her but who else can I talk to besides her? She’s my biggest supporter and motivator, whenever I’m at my lowest just a simple conversation makes it better.
well as i look at the outlet on the wall i remember the last words i spoke to my mother before she was dragged through it. she said, “be good, my little sprite. i will miss you. i love you lots.”
then she was gone on another mission…. and she never came back.
My outlets. my things in which I figure out what else to do with my life. creative outlets include writing, music, and general existing. Sometimes I’ll jsut lay on the couch and stare at the ceiling. that’s enough of an outlet for me. I love this website and I have a feeling it’s going to become one of my best outlets in my life. Time’s almost up. I’m out.
You try to find a power outlet, but there is none. Not even the holes left behind by the prairie dogs offer anything. You stare in stupefied horror as your cellphone battery dwindles down to nothing. No Instagram. No Snapchat. No Facebook. No Vine. It’s just you and Mother Nature now, and you feel too tired to take the half trek mile back to town to recharge your phone. A bird chirps above your head. You scream.
Oulet, it was the thing that he needed the most at the moment. Damn, shit, sweet satan! He was at the peek of a heartstroke, or something on these lines.
somewhere to go to hide. to be alone forest? tranquility somewhere to recollect i needd one from the work i dont know how im going to manage. i probably will be up to date with all my work if it wasn’t for emma, for her…g
You were always my outlet. You were the place I let it all out. I never felt exhausted or upset until after I left your side.
You were the place I plugged in and charged up. But I only did that so you could drain my battery dry. So you could suck my life-force out. But no worries I can always come home and plug in.
An outlet means power
either the power to make things work
or
the power to buy cool things
on the cheap
When I was at the outlet I just didn’t know what to buy. It was interesting because I have seen many-many things, but I just did not know which one should I buy. Finally, I could decide, and I bought a pair of red Nike shoes. I really
electrical wires…
Martin tossed and turned in his bed. He tried to keep him mind clear but it always seemed to go back to that Burger King. He sat up, putting his hands over the covers he gripped the sheets. “That outlet is going to burn the whole building down,” he grumbled nervously to himself.
“Where is my stupid charger??? My phone’s dying!”
“Did you check the outlet?” my sister asked.
“Oh,” I said, feeling silly.
What do you know? It was right there.
A wave of relief washed over me as I plugged my phone in to charge.
Writing became a main outlet for her emotions. It was a way for her to express not only her pain but the serene slender of her sorrows also. She couldn’t explain them so she used her poetic talents to do them justice. This outlet was her getaway, entering an unrealistic world of her own.
I have no idea what an outlet is, do you? I really do not know what to write because I really do not know what an outlet is. Never heard of it before, or have I?
Yeah she came to the outlet store. Drunk as usual. I said Lucy why are you drunk? She said I’m not drunk I have a cold. Oh I see. I said. What did you take for it? I asked. A bottle of vodka she explains. Lucy your drunk. I said exasperated. No its medicine. She waffles on to me. I want to buy a pair of jeans and some nice high heeled shoes. She goes on. And how will you even walk in them? You can hardly walk
This is where the Mega Mall ends and the Mini Mall begins. An endless, yet tiny limited realm of possibilities. I will always love the outlets over the malls – these are the spice of (poorer) life!
there was an avalanche when the outlet burst. all kinds of everything just poured out. there were colours, sounds, lights and dimensions hitherto unseen, unheard and unfelt.
This fucking outlets are not good for human kind.
Big people earn from opeining more and more outlets
this shuts small scale business and small people can never get above
This is for benefits of rich for making them richer and so on.
We people should support regional businesses and help everyone earn.
an outlet is something or someone you can trust with your most primal thoughts. an outlet is beautiful. finding one is hard.
an outlet is a place where you plug things in. not just a physical place, but an emotional. you plug in your thoughts, dreams, aspirations. sometimes, the circuit breaker isn’t working properly, and those ideas get stifled by life. other times, the circuit breaker is working perfectly, and people listen. They care, and it’s beautiful.
Every weekend i used to pay a visit this web
site, for the reason that i want enjoyment, for the reason that this this website conations actually nice funny
data too.
Letting my feelings go.That is what i needed.I did not want to bury them but i wanted to just separate them from me,the hurt and the disappointment.I needed an outlet for it.
they had so much spark
jolting overstretched bodies, it built up
as plastic souls trampled
piles of dreams
and she was grounded
the conductor of their emancipation
she’d forgotten what it meant to connect
without pain.
They had started again. She had been watching the new beings for some time now, and they seemed to have patterns for doing things. A short time spent doing one thing, then another, then they would all go inside their little boxes for a while, then all come out and start the cycle again. It all seemed pointless to her, but there was one small group that captivated her attention. They had a small box that made beautiful sounds, and they would all move in unison with the rhythms that came out of it. It seemed to be some kind of emotional outlet for them, as they all seemed relaxed and happy afterward, and even she had to admit that watching it had a soothing effect. She began to wonder if these beings were different from the ones that had come before.
The sound of gunfire filled the empty space. This always made him feel better. Those bastards didn’t know a damn thing about him. The target was torn to shreds, but he shot a few more times for good measure. That’s the way it works in video games at least. He wasn’t a violent person, but somehow hearing the gun fire, and feeling the vibrations up his arms and through his chest gave him solace.
Sometimes I read.
Sometimes I write.
Sometimes I combine these input-output-outlets.
Today’s buzzword salad is still coated with yesterday’s set dressing, pretentious in that it claims to be the portend of tomorrow’s tastes.
I know better, don’t you?
But that’s the trouble with it all isn’t it. Plus solitude.
Struggling with the outlet words to say what you mean.
Earnest nature cloaked in drippings of sarcasm, who taught you how to talk like that anyway?
These sing song verbs wrapped in double-edged meanings, a post-modern in the soundbite era.
It was dark, everywhere in the hallway except for one outlet with a star wars nightlight plugged in. You walk slowly towards it, wondering what happened and how you got here. You walk for what seems like forever, but never seem to reach the light. You feel uneasy, like someone is watching you. You turn, but there’s nothing but blackness behind you. You start to sprint towards the light, but with every step you take it feels like the light is getting farther and farther away. The darkness is swallowing you. Memories start to play out in front of you, almost like a movie. Your father leaving, your grandparent’s death, the love of your life leaving you for your best friend. You lose hope and slowly give up, letting the darkness surround you, letting him win. It’s not like there’s anyone left to miss you anyway.
most fashion outlets today seem to be selling high priced stuff for the rich who seem to have more money than ideas about what to do with it. A constant gripe of my slave morality (cf F Niztche) is that this creates a parallel economy which locks money out of the real economy of essential goods and services – thereby reducing the net available cash for the betterment of most people in the world.
There are outlet stores near where I went to college, but my mind immediately jumps to the outlet of a river. Specifically en estuary of the Tennessee River that I paddled down at my Grandparent’s house. Laying back in the summer Alabama sun staring at the clouds and drifting along with no friction.
He found this token laying on the floor. Rain slammed against my back as I bent over to pick it up, the weight of the world nearly pushing me over. Thinking, oh what a waste of time, his finger touches it just slightly before he tears his torso from is crooked angle to become a pathetic upright form again. Carry on, there’s nothing worth looking for, no #outlet for this crazy life. @oznolem #oneword
An outlet can mean many things. Outlet that gives you electricity or an outlet from a bad situation. Which one did you think of? I think this says a lot about us. Personally, I thought about an outlet from a bad situation. I think this is because many things in life scare me.
Keeping all your anger, frustration captured inside you may have very negative impact on you. We need to provide some kind of outlet to our negative feelings to get rid of these emotions. Now, some may opt to use somebody to outlet their negative feeling, to get rid of all anger, frustration inside them. But there are other positive ways to outlet your negative emotions. Writing is one of them.
I needed an outlet for the creative juices that flowed through my veins. I couldn’t find it. A light switch in the dark. A house with no front door. A seedless garden.
my girlfriend is my biggest outlet. whenever I’m going through something she’s she person I can go to for advice or just to vent. Sometimes I honestly feel like I’m putting my extra problems on her but who else can I talk to besides her? She’s my biggest supporter and motivator, whenever I’m at my lowest just a simple conversation makes it better.
She plugged her laptop into the nearest outlet, tapping her fingers against the cool metal as it searched for a suitable wifi connection.
well as i look at the outlet on the wall i remember the last words i spoke to my mother before she was dragged through it. she said, “be good, my little sprite. i will miss you. i love you lots.”
then she was gone on another mission…. and she never came back.
My outlets. my things in which I figure out what else to do with my life. creative outlets include writing, music, and general existing. Sometimes I’ll jsut lay on the couch and stare at the ceiling. that’s enough of an outlet for me. I love this website and I have a feeling it’s going to become one of my best outlets in my life. Time’s almost up. I’m out.
Something that enables you to let something out, release, a sense of letting go, a vent for something.
You try to find a power outlet, but there is none. Not even the holes left behind by the prairie dogs offer anything. You stare in stupefied horror as your cellphone battery dwindles down to nothing. No Instagram. No Snapchat. No Facebook. No Vine. It’s just you and Mother Nature now, and you feel too tired to take the half trek mile back to town to recharge your phone. A bird chirps above your head. You scream.
Oulet, it was the thing that he needed the most at the moment. Damn, shit, sweet satan! He was at the peek of a heartstroke, or something on these lines.
Jiggling the plug in the socket, she said over her shoulder, “Don’t worry, it does this all the time.”
A spark spat from the gap between plug and outlet. Anthony took a step back, though he already stood at a fair distance.
somewhere to go to hide. to be alone forest? tranquility somewhere to recollect i needd one from the work i dont know how im going to manage. i probably will be up to date with all my work if it wasn’t for emma, for her…g
You were always my outlet. You were the place I let it all out. I never felt exhausted or upset until after I left your side.
You were the place I plugged in and charged up. But I only did that so you could drain my battery dry. So you could suck my life-force out. But no worries I can always come home and plug in.
I needed an outlet for my frustration. I used him and I’m sorry for it. I wish I could turn back time and right my wrongs.
Where is the outlet in this house? An outlet for my pet mouse? Where is the outlet to let me go out? An outlet to plug in my toaster, so stout.
Where is the outlet in this house? An outlet for my pet mouse? Where is the outlet to let me go out? An outlet to plug in my toaster? A spout?