Wouldnt it be great if creativity worked this way!
Instead it is viewed as another disposable commodity: tiles to be thrown away, installed, and ordered.
The floors.
We cleaned them.
It sounds simple, doesn’t it? Just dip the sponge in the water and scrub scrub scrub the dirt away?
I wish my life were like the tiled floors we walk on, hyung. Then we could just scrub away everything we didn’t want people to see on the surface.
Although, we already sort of do that, don’t we?
so, what’s this all about? One word…I clicked on stumble and they told me write about one word…I’m confused…now, I’m even more confused. what now??
did you know that yesterday was…ummm…wedensday i beleive. I can’t even spell cuz now I”m rushing. I remmeber something abotu 30 seconsds and that’s all I can think about.
My house’s floor is tiled with a brownish tile in the all way. I perfer the feel of the cold tile to the hot and stuff carpet we have due to the hot texas weather outside.
blue and green and purple. soft and slick and smooth to the touch.
it’s a mosaic. a night scene, a garden. quiet trees and lush flowers, sweet grass and shimmering pond, with breathless twilight overhead, the whispering stars almost glowing.
you trace the tiny white tiles that form a lovely waxing moon and wish you were there.
The floor was tiled beautifully. More beautiful was the woman sitting on the toilet, not in a very flattering pose but nonetheless she radiated confidence and conviction to her task, empty her bowels of those awful perogies she had eaten.
tiled floor, tiled door. Tiled I stand among the ghosts. Fractured my soul remains. Disjunction of the soul. Tiled floor, bathroom door. Spit, fall and contort, fear not the divisional flow. Tiled are we? Aye, aye, aye.
The tiled floor seemed to speed to met my face. The hard granite connected with my face and I couldn’t help but let a grimace escape. I felt blood dripping from my nose into my mouth. The iron taste disgusted me, and I spat it out.
It took them all night and there was nothing they could do about it. They needed the money. All they could dream about when they went to bed were letters on wooden tiles. Dictionaries pages being flipped back and forth. They only had one more week left. They were exhausted but they were determined. The scrabble tournament would be theirs to win.
We tiled the bathroom floor in Slate black used a border but when we plastered the morter on it stained the border tiles and it was the most frightening work I’ve ever been a part of. The border tiles were LIMESTONE…and the worker at home depot gave us wrong information and the clean up was horrendous…
like my bathroom. the problem with tile is grout. Though I think tile has been an inspiration for some great things. Take the Rubik’s cube. Please, I can’t finish the darn thing.
it was tiled. and the tile was shiny. A cold hard relective surface that is unyielding and unforgiving. that kitchen wasnt a place of love or laughter but a cold harsh place.
my floor is such; it is a kitchen floor. the walls of my shower are plastic. they are white, and used to be gritty in between. now, we have installed some plastic fake-shower on top. angled tiling makes a room look bigger.
Still tiled. Even after all these years. When will they pick up the hint that maybe–just MAYBE–they should let go of the past. Their young and beautiful daughter isn’t here anymore. All the have left is me. The son that no one wanted. But that’s okay, I guess.
there was one a tiled floor in the castle. the tiles on the floor seemed to glow between the cracks an eerie, hellish crimson, contrasting the plain grey tiles themselves.
my floor isnt tiled. I dont care for tiles really. I prefer concrete..nay dirt. and rocks cutting into my back. is this somehow now about sex? who has sex with rocks cutting of all things into their back?
Someday I want to tile my bathroom. I think it would be cool to use this cement tiles with fossilized prehistoric creatures that I found at a Geology shop in Nederland CO. It would be interesting to use traditional tiles everywhere else, except for a line of fossil tiles around the middle of the wall, with paint above and traditional small tiles below.
floor of my dorm room, knelt over a trash can you dragged in, vomiting the alcohol out of me, half naked, t shirt just skirting my upper thighs, and your hand is somewhere near my neck, my hair wound in a knot through your fingers.
i thought i tsaid tilled at first. i didn’t know what that meant. i’m a little confused. tiled. means square right? i’m still confused. there’s an l
. and a d. it says tile as well a d. i hope everyone says things as stupid as i am. otherwise it will be embarassing. don’t you think? yeah i think so. who are these people reading anway? i just heard a noise. am i still supposed to be writing about this word?
my bathroom floor is tiled, actualy no thats a lie it isn’t tiled at all but yet i wish it were tiled, on the contrary my kitchen is tiled… yeah its cool in the s
Tiled, eh? I remember when I was younger, my mother and father went through a phase of re-doing the kitchen. They got new cabinets, new wallpaper, and, you guessed it, new tiles for the floor. We ripped up the old outdated linoleum and put down some very rad diamond shaped tiles.
we retiled our bathroom last weekend and what a mess! My dad thinks he can do everything on his own, but really he should have a proffessional. Wh have tiled floors in the kitchen and he had a hard enough time with them, i cant believe he even took on the bathroom at all!
The funny looking white tiles showed and eerie alien green glow as the man with the knife walked into the bedroom. He threw his shoes off in a very Canadian fashion and threatened me with bodily harm. I tried to run but my towel caught my legs and I hit my head on my computer.
bathrooms, subways, kitchens, clean, white, cool. don’t want to have to be the one to tile! don’t want to be the one to have to clean the tile!! not sure what else there is to know about tile.
My mom, for whatever reason always insisted our kitchens were tiled. Usually with terracotta. Linoleum was, as far as she was concerned, sent straight from hell.
my life is tiled. every little piece fits perfectly into the next. so why does it seem so out of focus. each tile should fit into the perfect design. neat. organized. easy. why isn’t it easy? why can’t it be easy?
tiled is like tried tiled like a bathroom tiled like a mosiac that was a clue on jeopardy tonight, tiled tiled mosaics are pretty interesting technology tiled like rubik’s cube, huh? bathrooms are nice
The tiles were supposed to arrive today for the kitchen, so that finally there would be a space to cook, gather are eat without sawdust and drywall covering everything. Unfortunately, instead of the lovely floral tiles that we ordered, what was shipped to us had a garish pattern of swirls
the floor was tiled…it took me back to the days we spent in Costa Rica….all the floors there are tiled and all of the porches and the verandas are tiled as well. Lovely. In fact, made me think that when I get my house i was going to put tiled floors out on my veranda. It will happen
Wouldnt it be great if creativity worked this way!
Instead it is viewed as another disposable commodity: tiles to be thrown away, installed, and ordered.
The floors.
We cleaned them.
It sounds simple, doesn’t it? Just dip the sponge in the water and scrub scrub scrub the dirt away?
I wish my life were like the tiled floors we walk on, hyung. Then we could just scrub away everything we didn’t want people to see on the surface.
Although, we already sort of do that, don’t we?
a checkered mosaic like dried skin is spread across the patio
so, what’s this all about? One word…I clicked on stumble and they told me write about one word…I’m confused…now, I’m even more confused. what now??
did you know that yesterday was…ummm…wedensday i beleive. I can’t even spell cuz now I”m rushing. I remmeber something abotu 30 seconsds and that’s all I can think about.
My house’s floor is tiled with a brownish tile in the all way. I perfer the feel of the cold tile to the hot and stuff carpet we have due to the hot texas weather outside.
my bathroom floor is tiled. one time my friend puked on them. thank god it wasn’t carpet.
blue and green and purple. soft and slick and smooth to the touch.
it’s a mosaic. a night scene, a garden. quiet trees and lush flowers, sweet grass and shimmering pond, with breathless twilight overhead, the whispering stars almost glowing.
you trace the tiny white tiles that form a lovely waxing moon and wish you were there.
The floor was tiled beautifully. More beautiful was the woman sitting on the toilet, not in a very flattering pose but nonetheless she radiated confidence and conviction to her task, empty her bowels of those awful perogies she had eaten.
A bathroom floor. A desktop background. A building. Repetitions of patterns, reaching endlessly. Geometric shapes, identical, uniformly sized.
tiled floor, tiled door. Tiled I stand among the ghosts. Fractured my soul remains. Disjunction of the soul. Tiled floor, bathroom door. Spit, fall and contort, fear not the divisional flow. Tiled are we? Aye, aye, aye.
The tiled floor seemed to speed to met my face. The hard granite connected with my face and I couldn’t help but let a grimace escape. I felt blood dripping from my nose into my mouth. The iron taste disgusted me, and I spat it out.
the floor looked at me in its tiled shame… hiding the darkest of tales… Blood, shame adultry. stuff like that basically.
It took them all night and there was nothing they could do about it. They needed the money. All they could dream about when they went to bed were letters on wooden tiles. Dictionaries pages being flipped back and forth. They only had one more week left. They were exhausted but they were determined. The scrabble tournament would be theirs to win.
We tiled the bathroom floor in Slate black used a border but when we plastered the morter on it stained the border tiles and it was the most frightening work I’ve ever been a part of. The border tiles were LIMESTONE…and the worker at home depot gave us wrong information and the clean up was horrendous…
like my bathroom. the problem with tile is grout. Though I think tile has been an inspiration for some great things. Take the Rubik’s cube. Please, I can’t finish the darn thing.
i cant tell if it is tiled as in i tiled the garden or tiled as in i just layed some beautiful bathroom tile. both are to much work anyways. i think.
It’s tiled throughout. It’s a cold house. No rugs, no carpet. No fibers to curl your toes over. No warmth. No comfort.
it was tiled. and the tile was shiny. A cold hard relective surface that is unyielding and unforgiving. that kitchen wasnt a place of love or laughter but a cold harsh place.
my floor is such; it is a kitchen floor. the walls of my shower are plastic. they are white, and used to be gritty in between. now, we have installed some plastic fake-shower on top. angled tiling makes a room look bigger.
Still tiled. Even after all these years. When will they pick up the hint that maybe–just MAYBE–they should let go of the past. Their young and beautiful daughter isn’t here anymore. All the have left is me. The son that no one wanted. But that’s okay, I guess.
there was one a tiled floor in the castle. the tiles on the floor seemed to glow between the cracks an eerie, hellish crimson, contrasting the plain grey tiles themselves.
my floor isnt tiled. I dont care for tiles really. I prefer concrete..nay dirt. and rocks cutting into my back. is this somehow now about sex? who has sex with rocks cutting of all things into their back?
getting laid and stepped on your entire life isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be.
Someday I want to tile my bathroom. I think it would be cool to use this cement tiles with fossilized prehistoric creatures that I found at a Geology shop in Nederland CO. It would be interesting to use traditional tiles everywhere else, except for a line of fossil tiles around the middle of the wall, with paint above and traditional small tiles below.
some of the “nicest” floors ive seen have been tiled floors. you know its a good floor if you can see the grout, plastic tiled floors are brutal.
Ikd…i hate her hair tho and his tiled floor.
floor of my dorm room, knelt over a trash can you dragged in, vomiting the alcohol out of me, half naked, t shirt just skirting my upper thighs, and your hand is somewhere near my neck, my hair wound in a knot through your fingers.
i thought i tsaid tilled at first. i didn’t know what that meant. i’m a little confused. tiled. means square right? i’m still confused. there’s an l
. and a d. it says tile as well a d. i hope everyone says things as stupid as i am. otherwise it will be embarassing. don’t you think? yeah i think so. who are these people reading anway? i just heard a noise. am i still supposed to be writing about this word?
my bathroom floor is tiled, actualy no thats a lie it isn’t tiled at all but yet i wish it were tiled, on the contrary my kitchen is tiled… yeah its cool in the s
Tiled, eh? I remember when I was younger, my mother and father went through a phase of re-doing the kitchen. They got new cabinets, new wallpaper, and, you guessed it, new tiles for the floor. We ripped up the old outdated linoleum and put down some very rad diamond shaped tiles.
we retiled our bathroom last weekend and what a mess! My dad thinks he can do everything on his own, but really he should have a proffessional. Wh have tiled floors in the kitchen and he had a hard enough time with them, i cant believe he even took on the bathroom at all!
The funny looking white tiles showed and eerie alien green glow as the man with the knife walked into the bedroom. He threw his shoes off in a very Canadian fashion and threatened me with bodily harm. I tried to run but my towel caught my legs and I hit my head on my computer.
bathrooms, subways, kitchens, clean, white, cool. don’t want to have to be the one to tile! don’t want to be the one to have to clean the tile!! not sure what else there is to know about tile.
My mom, for whatever reason always insisted our kitchens were tiled. Usually with terracotta. Linoleum was, as far as she was concerned, sent straight from hell.
the tiled wall served as a backdrop for some of her finest leanings.
my life is tiled. every little piece fits perfectly into the next. so why does it seem so out of focus. each tile should fit into the perfect design. neat. organized. easy. why isn’t it easy? why can’t it be easy?
Tiled…white..reflect..step..lay on
tiled is like tried tiled like a bathroom tiled like a mosiac that was a clue on jeopardy tonight, tiled tiled mosaics are pretty interesting technology tiled like rubik’s cube, huh? bathrooms are nice
The tiles were supposed to arrive today for the kitchen, so that finally there would be a space to cook, gather are eat without sawdust and drywall covering everything. Unfortunately, instead of the lovely floral tiles that we ordered, what was shipped to us had a garish pattern of swirls
the floor was tiled…it took me back to the days we spent in Costa Rica….all the floors there are tiled and all of the porches and the verandas are tiled as well. Lovely. In fact, made me think that when I get my house i was going to put tiled floors out on my veranda. It will happen