like checked. the room was beautifully and precisely tiled as in there was no cutting corners to accommodate a smaller piece. The measurements of the room and the tile count was perfect
tiled floor is tiled and it is cold i lay on it to make my stomach feel better tiled background on computers tiled teeth balls. i always write that when i have nothing else to say why is that? we used to do this is english class in high school i really love it. tiled sounds likea 4 year old saying tired. tiled tiled tiled tiled pillow.
In the bathroom, get out of the shower onto the tiled floor.
Look at yourself. Who is it, is it you?
If not, change. Tiles in your bathroom. The mirror is good. I know the tiles of life are good, just like the heart.
i love cheese wit my macornii. amanda is my best fried. tiled is the word that you heard its the word. people like tiled floors becuase they are convenient to clean. my mom has a tiled floor in our kitchen and foyer. also we have tiled floor in the garage.
kitchen. colors. green walls covered up. why did i paint that? waste of time. i fell on my knees painting that wall and now its tiled. they are beautiful tiles, but still, a huge waste of my time and my dad’s paint. why should i paint behind cabinets either? still… my kitchen is beautiful.
bathroom< easily installed. looks good to the eye. can increase the value of a home if done correctly. Low maintenace after installation. comes in a wide variety of colors.
My kitchen floor is tiled. It sucks sometimes though, especially when you have 5 cats and food gets dropped on the floor. Then it turns into a danger zone in there. You have to make sure not to step on those pesky little bastards.
my house’s floor is tiled. I like it because the tiles used are cold to touch. My cat and dogs loved to lie on the marble tiles because it kept them chilly. It’s important because we live in such a warm country. We’ll get the chills where we can
hey, whats up. im bored to death, can someone pls tell me what to do. i need to be productive today. productivity is the best. Just listening to music and surfing the net. But it’s all good. its called being lucky.
tiled walls in the kitchen. they don’t match the fake tiles of the floor. it bothered me when we moved in. i hated it. but i don’t notice now. i actually like it. it adds personality. but it makes me embarassed sometimes when people come over. like they care.
Cold and impassive in the mornings. My toes burn with the cold, but the black and white remind me of checkers. Eddie let me win, I think, but I still won. Grit on the slick floor, and fond memories in that kitchen, with homemade cookies and macaroni for lunch. I can still smell it, in that tiled room, with cookies, macaroni, and love.
Tile makes things cleaner, looking nicer. Bold colors, neutral colors complimenting colors and lots of fun patterns. bathrooms and kitchens. easy to clean hard to put in and repair love large tiles.
i tiled the floor. i fucked it up. i’m running on hard tile. it’s cutting me. CUTTING MY FEET. hurting me. fuck the tile man, he did a horrible job. i’m tired. that’s kind of like tiled. tired, tired, tire. tile. ed. ed white. he was a fucking pervert. this is a weird thing.
floor kitchen, soft moonlight, avett brothers on the stereo and ohmyGod how sometimes everything feels just right and my toes are cold but i have you to rely on (always) and there is earthdirtlove
Those tiles always scared the life out of me, I wouldn’t step on the cracks and I was convinced that the green monsters would come out of them. No, I was never paranoid as a chlid, what makes you ask that? Nor did I have an unhealthy imagination, or unnecessary fears. And I CERTAINLY don’t now that I’m older, I mean seriously, that stuff is for kids with problems. Really.
your face like a tattoo on the inside of my eyes; the pupils squirm and the tears start to form as I try to shake out your memory – but it’s imprinted on my brain like a dead animal’s blood on your tires. the dirt infesting the air I breathe; I start to choke on the very thought of you. my chest is shrinking and my lungs contract; my stomach groans and churns again, like a black hole without an appetite. you were a highway; I was driving just under the speed limit. being careful this time. I don’t know what happened, must have taken my eyes off the road, because then you were a brick wall; I came crashing to a halt.
THe store had just been tiled. All of the customers, both old and new, though that the new tiled floor was much more pleasant to look at than the old, rotting, wooden floor. The owners of the store were quite pleased.
I tiled a kitchen once. It was a nasty back breaking job because the kitchen hadn’t been cleaned in quite a while. There was mold in the grout and it simply smelled horrid. Setting the tile wasn’t a walk in the park either, especially for a layman like me.
rooms never end
having hallways bending ever closer
cant be kind to every type
of open mind in site
i must sit tight
and write about something relevant
to this concept not about arguiled
actually about tiled and im hoping
hooooooping
this bullshit will be over
If only life were so simple as to be straight and ordered. Perfection could be maintained only through the tight grip of plumer’s putty and liquid nails. Water resistant, pressure resistant, easy to clean and maintain, in a variety of wondrous hues. Yet all we gain today is a slice of the mess that is now. All things considered, order is under rated and the mess makes no sense without lines in between.
as i walked down the tiled hallway, i thought about the many different hallways i’ve walked down. school hallways, oh so many school hallways; hospitals, colleges, churches, and now this mausoleum.
a bathroom or a mosaic something interesting, a cool fountain, that you find in the middle of the wilderness some where when wandering aimlessly, like something out of a fairy tail. Something… fun. the sun is shining though in those rays that makes it look somewhat solid, and the birds chirp mindlessly in the back ground
My feet hit the floor with a smack and I can feel the stinging shoot up into my legs and spine. My body didn’t like that, but I love jumping out of the top bunk early in the morning. Now that I am in college, I feel like it sets the tone for my day.
tiled on the floor, the wall, more like the bathroom wall. gets all kinds of dirty after repeated showers. mildew and what not. and don’t even get me started on the smell after certain people take trips to the bathroom. kind of like the one scene in independence day when the white house gets blown up.
oh my gosh. i hate time limits. i feel like they suck the life out of me and make my heart beat fast. it reminds me of games i would play when i was little, where a bomb would explode if i didn’t do something quick enough…oh my gosh. its still ticking down. help me. i am so scared. i hate this. oh my gosh now its red. will anyone ever read this even? will someone read how i hate time ticking down like this…and oh my gosh, i’m left with this last sentence…thank you for reading and i hope your life is happy…and has no time limits…
my bathroom has tiles, covering each wall. they used to be duck tiles, but one day my father renovated, and i was really sad to see the ducks go. how unfortunate! they were so quacky and lovable…now there are boring, dull tiles. i hate boringness. i would rather have ducks to keep me company as i shower nude.
A classic French apartment sees thousands of feet in its time, walking over its checkered black and white tiled floor. it is the fingerprint of the apartment. unique and elegant
Something is “tiled” if a repeating pattern completely covers the surface. It can be tiles with rectangles or any other shape, so as the shape interlocks with itself perfectly. It’s possible to use two or more shapes to make it tiled. A wall or floor may be tiled, or it may just be an abstract pattern on a plane.
i tiled my butt instead of the kitchen floor because my butt is a lot like a kitchen floor when you think about it. it’s big. it’s hard. it’s flat. it’s square. but most of all, dogs like to lay on it.
The tiled floors which cover the kitchen, the tiled walls of the stained bathroom, the yellow spot on the tile of the roof above your head, it’s all confusion and all squares of order. The stains, the ugliness, the boring dull tiles, once bright and bold, now repetitive and lack all color.
like checked. the room was beautifully and precisely tiled as in there was no cutting corners to accommodate a smaller piece. The measurements of the room and the tile count was perfect
tiled floor is tiled and it is cold i lay on it to make my stomach feel better tiled background on computers tiled teeth balls. i always write that when i have nothing else to say why is that? we used to do this is english class in high school i really love it. tiled sounds likea 4 year old saying tired. tiled tiled tiled tiled pillow.
In the bathroom, get out of the shower onto the tiled floor.
Look at yourself. Who is it, is it you?
If not, change. Tiles in your bathroom. The mirror is good. I know the tiles of life are good, just like the heart.
i love cheese wit my macornii. amanda is my best fried. tiled is the word that you heard its the word. people like tiled floors becuase they are convenient to clean. my mom has a tiled floor in our kitchen and foyer. also we have tiled floor in the garage.
kitchen. colors. green walls covered up. why did i paint that? waste of time. i fell on my knees painting that wall and now its tiled. they are beautiful tiles, but still, a huge waste of my time and my dad’s paint. why should i paint behind cabinets either? still… my kitchen is beautiful.
bathroom, kitchen, diner, gross hair sprawled in between the cracked caulk. This has taken an ugly turn.
kitchen floor
bathroom< easily installed. looks good to the eye. can increase the value of a home if done correctly. Low maintenace after installation. comes in a wide variety of colors.
I tiled my house, my cat, my workbench and my motorhome.
Life is tiled. Now I’m done and I can sit down.
My kitchen floor is tiled. It sucks sometimes though, especially when you have 5 cats and food gets dropped on the floor. Then it turns into a danger zone in there. You have to make sure not to step on those pesky little bastards.
my house’s floor is tiled. I like it because the tiles used are cold to touch. My cat and dogs loved to lie on the marble tiles because it kept them chilly. It’s important because we live in such a warm country. We’ll get the chills where we can
slowly i tiled until i could tile no more and it was great.
i cried and i tiled some more. life tiles! tile me! thrill me!
i love to tile my home with blocks or stones and paint it after tiling it but who cares about that anyway maybe it is just a lie
pattern of most bathroom floors
hey, whats up. im bored to death, can someone pls tell me what to do. i need to be productive today. productivity is the best. Just listening to music and surfing the net. But it’s all good. its called being lucky.
Tiled is Filed. Filed is Mild. Mild is Wild. Tiled it is Tiled it isn’t.
tiled walls in the kitchen. they don’t match the fake tiles of the floor. it bothered me when we moved in. i hated it. but i don’t notice now. i actually like it. it adds personality. but it makes me embarassed sometimes when people come over. like they care.
Cold and impassive in the mornings. My toes burn with the cold, but the black and white remind me of checkers. Eddie let me win, I think, but I still won. Grit on the slick floor, and fond memories in that kitchen, with homemade cookies and macaroni for lunch. I can still smell it, in that tiled room, with cookies, macaroni, and love.
kokokokoko kai bale
The floors are tiled, yet so are the walls. I think the world is just truly tiled and we are forced to deal with it. sucks…
Tile makes things cleaner, looking nicer. Bold colors, neutral colors complimenting colors and lots of fun patterns. bathrooms and kitchens. easy to clean hard to put in and repair love large tiles.
i tiled the floor. i fucked it up. i’m running on hard tile. it’s cutting me. CUTTING MY FEET. hurting me. fuck the tile man, he did a horrible job. i’m tired. that’s kind of like tiled. tired, tired, tire. tile. ed. ed white. he was a fucking pervert. this is a weird thing.
floor kitchen, soft moonlight, avett brothers on the stereo and ohmyGod how sometimes everything feels just right and my toes are cold but i have you to rely on (always) and there is earthdirtlove
as the transcendant colors popped from the wall there was only one thing that came to mind…the ocean.
Those tiles always scared the life out of me, I wouldn’t step on the cracks and I was convinced that the green monsters would come out of them. No, I was never paranoid as a chlid, what makes you ask that? Nor did I have an unhealthy imagination, or unnecessary fears. And I CERTAINLY don’t now that I’m older, I mean seriously, that stuff is for kids with problems. Really.
your face like a tattoo on the inside of my eyes; the pupils squirm and the tears start to form as I try to shake out your memory – but it’s imprinted on my brain like a dead animal’s blood on your tires. the dirt infesting the air I breathe; I start to choke on the very thought of you. my chest is shrinking and my lungs contract; my stomach groans and churns again, like a black hole without an appetite. you were a highway; I was driving just under the speed limit. being careful this time. I don’t know what happened, must have taken my eyes off the road, because then you were a brick wall; I came crashing to a halt.
THe store had just been tiled. All of the customers, both old and new, though that the new tiled floor was much more pleasant to look at than the old, rotting, wooden floor. The owners of the store were quite pleased.
I tiled a kitchen once. It was a nasty back breaking job because the kitchen hadn’t been cleaned in quite a while. There was mold in the grout and it simply smelled horrid. Setting the tile wasn’t a walk in the park either, especially for a layman like me.
rooms never end
having hallways bending ever closer
cant be kind to every type
of open mind in site
i must sit tight
and write about something relevant
to this concept not about arguiled
actually about tiled and im hoping
hooooooping
this bullshit will be over
If only life were so simple as to be straight and ordered. Perfection could be maintained only through the tight grip of plumer’s putty and liquid nails. Water resistant, pressure resistant, easy to clean and maintain, in a variety of wondrous hues. Yet all we gain today is a slice of the mess that is now. All things considered, order is under rated and the mess makes no sense without lines in between.
as i walked down the tiled hallway, i thought about the many different hallways i’ve walked down. school hallways, oh so many school hallways; hospitals, colleges, churches, and now this mausoleum.
a bathroom or a mosaic something interesting, a cool fountain, that you find in the middle of the wilderness some where when wandering aimlessly, like something out of a fairy tail. Something… fun. the sun is shining though in those rays that makes it look somewhat solid, and the birds chirp mindlessly in the back ground
My feet hit the floor with a smack and I can feel the stinging shoot up into my legs and spine. My body didn’t like that, but I love jumping out of the top bunk early in the morning. Now that I am in college, I feel like it sets the tone for my day.
tiled on the floor, the wall, more like the bathroom wall. gets all kinds of dirty after repeated showers. mildew and what not. and don’t even get me started on the smell after certain people take trips to the bathroom. kind of like the one scene in independence day when the white house gets blown up.
oh my gosh. i hate time limits. i feel like they suck the life out of me and make my heart beat fast. it reminds me of games i would play when i was little, where a bomb would explode if i didn’t do something quick enough…oh my gosh. its still ticking down. help me. i am so scared. i hate this. oh my gosh now its red. will anyone ever read this even? will someone read how i hate time ticking down like this…and oh my gosh, i’m left with this last sentence…thank you for reading and i hope your life is happy…and has no time limits…
my bathroom has tiles, covering each wall. they used to be duck tiles, but one day my father renovated, and i was really sad to see the ducks go. how unfortunate! they were so quacky and lovable…now there are boring, dull tiles. i hate boringness. i would rather have ducks to keep me company as i shower nude.
A classic French apartment sees thousands of feet in its time, walking over its checkered black and white tiled floor. it is the fingerprint of the apartment. unique and elegant
Something is “tiled” if a repeating pattern completely covers the surface. It can be tiles with rectangles or any other shape, so as the shape interlocks with itself perfectly. It’s possible to use two or more shapes to make it tiled. A wall or floor may be tiled, or it may just be an abstract pattern on a plane.
i tiled my butt instead of the kitchen floor because my butt is a lot like a kitchen floor when you think about it. it’s big. it’s hard. it’s flat. it’s square. but most of all, dogs like to lay on it.
the end.
The tiled floors which cover the kitchen, the tiled walls of the stained bathroom, the yellow spot on the tile of the roof above your head, it’s all confusion and all squares of order. The stains, the ugliness, the boring dull tiles, once bright and bold, now repetitive and lack all color.