the bathroom smells of bleach. the tiles scrubbed raw. the way your skin looks when you’ve expoliated every piece of your epidermis off. your epidermis is the outer layer of your skin.
She had tiled the floor with her sweat and her blood, but still it was not perfect. Carefully, she considered the pattern that was emerging, and, with a gentle conviction, began to shift the flesh that was her carpet so that it would fit the compulsion she felt in her brain. With a maniacal laugh, she carved another strip of skin from her torso, and pasted it into the pattern with her blood as the mortar.
The white tiled floor was spotless and sterile. Fluorescent lights gleamed from it and illuminated the unbearably clean hospital wing as mourners trudge mutely to pay their respects to the soon-to-be departed.
A tiled room is preferred to an untiled room. I don’t know why, but tile is just so magnifcently magnificent. You can walk more silently over it with no sheos on, at least. And carpet gives burns….
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Italian tile floors brightly colored on terracotta basement walls, attached and floating friendly beneath a bare bulb that flickers, flighty ghostly flare in the dark, small corners and cobwebs.
words in scrabble are tiled in such order that one may get confused and start thinking of bigger and complex words. Its left to us to find out short words and score big. Similarly our life is at times jumbled up, but its upto us to live short and sweet moments and extract happiness out of it!
bathrooms are tiled as are some kitchens. I wish they weren’t. I prefer tiled fireplaces and stoves, especially in old fashioned picture tiles like Dutch delft. I like mosaic tables made of old broken tiles.
I tiled my bathroom today. They were blue and yellow. The tiles, I mean. But so were the soap despenser and towels. And the sun that morning, yellow of course not blue. My mood was blue.
The tiled floor sent chills through my body. My bare feet tingling from the coolness of the tiles as I stood silently, waiting, listening intently to the conversation just outside the kitchen door. Should I turn and leave, remain quiet in the hopes they wouldn’t discover me there or make a grand entrance. I held my breathe.
Tile, well what a word, used to create such masterpieces as bathrooms and mosaics. Wow, such uses! I wonder how it first came about? Was it some clever old man in a work shop, slaving away in front of an alchemy table? Or a crazy young whipper snapper with a big idea?
At the restaurant where I work, we have a kind of pink marbled tile. It looks terrible. Most likely because the shade of pink that it is in disturbingly similar to the color of dying tulips. I think it would be the color of vomit had one attempted to ingest a large quantity of marshmallow peeps.
The tiled floor seemed to chill our protagonists bare feet, the morning was cold and the afternoon was sure to be colder yet… perhaps the portagonist was a cynic or perhaps his life had simply gone down the drain, but the truth of the matter was that this tiled floor gave him no sense of comfort, warmth or even a sense of home as he made his haggard way over to the bathroom to shave. None at all.
The image of the design of the tiled floor from the grand house frequently came up in his head as his head hung low once again making the walk of shame.
um what is this all abbout
this is the worst thing in the world
it makes no se’nse
tiled’ thats really bizarre
and i’m not very good at spelling
ah crap the timer has nearly run out
its all red at the top ah fucking helllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll.
roofs housing pretty things. moss covered possibly like a crocodile and yet nets catching fish in swimming shiny brightness. glossy magazines that tell you what to do green bouncing balls over large expanses of grass and picnics and football and fun.
the bathroom was tiled red and green. he had never liked the scheme, but the old adage about women wearing the pants in the family was true, and those were her two favorite colors. Because of this, he knew he would never tear it down.
my life is like a tile…so tiled…many different layers apon layers.,..lots of different shades and colors with the lessons that have been learnt. Textures with lots of differ
As i tiled my new bathroom floor. I found what appeared to be a golden dollar on the ground. So I picked it up, went down to my local grocery store and bought 300 apples with it with the idea of making 300 jars of apple sauce, it wasn’t until i got home that i realized it takes 23 apples to make one jar of apple sauce.
tiled floors are awesome and expensive and stuff. you have to clean them all the time, which kinda sucks if you’re lazy like myself. I’d just get my floor carpeted because it’s easier to deal with. probably dark carpets so the stains don’t show.
There are rumors that in the Afterlife, the lobby is painted an expensive high-gloss black. The main door is designed to open in any direction, even downward, like a castle drawbridge. Once through, the surprise of tile, in a dizzy Moorish pattern, dances over the eyes on into forever, as though the whole place can be hosed clean at will.
i tiled a floor the other day. it didn’t come out like i expected. i tried to lay a vanilla colored tile in a bathroom painted yellow and it looked like piss. so i quickly ran out the the hardware store and asked for a refund. could you believe that they refused? so i smashed all the tile.
i just put the tiles in place. worried what might happen if they come crashing down in the middle of the nigth. The agony of failure is keeping me paralysed.- Im just standing there.
The floor was white and cold, and her toes were so frozen that they looked pale atop the icy kitchen tiles. She tip-toed around the table towards the counter, making as little skin-to-ground contact as possible. This would be another dead day, she knew already.
Tiles remind me of the floor, yes this is gay i dont know what to write, hmm, tiles, umm sounds like piles, i think thats like an ass condition, meh, not as bad as hemroids tho, nver had them , but i dont want to, you have to sit on a rubber ring.
tiled is a nice word, however it’s not a word that normally comes to mind would you not agree? I would think that most of these random words would be much more complex then tiled, even though to me it is an uncommon word. I would have preferred something else
the bathroom floor was tiled, small broken pieces glued together with an aging gum, yellowed and peeling. She tiptoed about the foulest parts, where strange brown and green molds had formed in odd
the bathroom smells of bleach. the tiles scrubbed raw. the way your skin looks when you’ve expoliated every piece of your epidermis off. your epidermis is the outer layer of your skin.
She had tiled the floor with her sweat and her blood, but still it was not perfect. Carefully, she considered the pattern that was emerging, and, with a gentle conviction, began to shift the flesh that was her carpet so that it would fit the compulsion she felt in her brain. With a maniacal laugh, she carved another strip of skin from her torso, and pasted it into the pattern with her blood as the mortar.
The white tiled floor was spotless and sterile. Fluorescent lights gleamed from it and illuminated the unbearably clean hospital wing as mourners trudge mutely to pay their respects to the soon-to-be departed.
A tiled room is preferred to an untiled room. I don’t know why, but tile is just so magnifcently magnificent. You can walk more silently over it with no sheos on, at least. And carpet gives burns….
brokeaffiliate.blogspot.com
Italian tile floors brightly colored on terracotta basement walls, attached and floating friendly beneath a bare bulb that flickers, flighty ghostly flare in the dark, small corners and cobwebs.
floor was tiled to perfection and it was beautiful white enamel with gold edging and dark blue glazing on the corners
words in scrabble are tiled in such order that one may get confused and start thinking of bigger and complex words. Its left to us to find out short words and score big. Similarly our life is at times jumbled up, but its upto us to live short and sweet moments and extract happiness out of it!
I set each page
onto the floor
by number
The story carries a weight all its own
bathrooms are tiled as are some kitchens. I wish they weren’t. I prefer tiled fireplaces and stoves, especially in old fashioned picture tiles like Dutch delft. I like mosaic tables made of old broken tiles.
Tiles. I sure hope my classrooms have tile flooring. it’s freaking unfair that other classrooms have tile flooring while we don’t.
The walls were tiled. Cold. White. Clean. Plain.
I stumbled as I shuffled around the corner.
I ran, soft slippers making almost no noises on the cold floor. I can almost feel the others calling me to go on, run.
I round the corner, about to get out the door when suddenly….
‘Come on dear, back to bed with you’ and I am led on like a stunned rabbit.
The inner walls of my cranium are tiled with an odd arrangement of pictures, articles, words, pasted in by roving eyes and eclectic interests.
I tiled my bathroom today. They were blue and yellow. The tiles, I mean. But so were the soap despenser and towels. And the sun that morning, yellow of course not blue. My mood was blue.
tiled floors are extremely cold or extremely hot.
nothing between.
The tiled floor sent chills through my body. My bare feet tingling from the coolness of the tiles as I stood silently, waiting, listening intently to the conversation just outside the kitchen door. Should I turn and leave, remain quiet in the hopes they wouldn’t discover me there or make a grand entrance. I held my breathe.
Tile, well what a word, used to create such masterpieces as bathrooms and mosaics. Wow, such uses! I wonder how it first came about? Was it some clever old man in a work shop, slaving away in front of an alchemy table? Or a crazy young whipper snapper with a big idea?
flooring
At the restaurant where I work, we have a kind of pink marbled tile. It looks terrible. Most likely because the shade of pink that it is in disturbingly similar to the color of dying tulips. I think it would be the color of vomit had one attempted to ingest a large quantity of marshmallow peeps.
Like sausages in rows, fatty slab for appauling bathroom, stuck in bath, raw snack killer.
The tiled floor seemed to chill our protagonists bare feet, the morning was cold and the afternoon was sure to be colder yet… perhaps the portagonist was a cynic or perhaps his life had simply gone down the drain, but the truth of the matter was that this tiled floor gave him no sense of comfort, warmth or even a sense of home as he made his haggard way over to the bathroom to shave. None at all.
The image of the design of the tiled floor from the grand house frequently came up in his head as his head hung low once again making the walk of shame.
um what is this all abbout
this is the worst thing in the world
it makes no se’nse
tiled’ thats really bizarre
and i’m not very good at spelling
ah crap the timer has nearly run out
its all red at the top ah fucking helllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll.
roofs housing pretty things. moss covered possibly like a crocodile and yet nets catching fish in swimming shiny brightness. glossy magazines that tell you what to do green bouncing balls over large expanses of grass and picnics and football and fun.
the bathroom was tiled red and green. he had never liked the scheme, but the old adage about women wearing the pants in the family was true, and those were her two favorite colors. Because of this, he knew he would never tear it down.
I am one of many but yet the same, caught up in the maze of confusion, not getting anywhere the same as anything else around me.
my life is like a tile…so tiled…many different layers apon layers.,..lots of different shades and colors with the lessons that have been learnt. Textures with lots of differ
i’ve been tiled all up, ’till i got sober. tile’s were broken and i’m fixin’ ’em now. work in progress, but one day they’ll be beautiful.
tiled. tiles. sagrada familia. beautiful. warm. colourful. peaceful. visionary. Led it.
As i tiled my new bathroom floor. I found what appeared to be a golden dollar on the ground. So I picked it up, went down to my local grocery store and bought 300 apples with it with the idea of making 300 jars of apple sauce, it wasn’t until i got home that i realized it takes 23 apples to make one jar of apple sauce.
tiled floors are awesome and expensive and stuff. you have to clean them all the time, which kinda sucks if you’re lazy like myself. I’d just get my floor carpeted because it’s easier to deal with. probably dark carpets so the stains don’t show.
There are rumors that in the Afterlife, the lobby is painted an expensive high-gloss black. The main door is designed to open in any direction, even downward, like a castle drawbridge. Once through, the surprise of tile, in a dizzy Moorish pattern, dances over the eyes on into forever, as though the whole place can be hosed clean at will.
i tiled a floor the other day. it didn’t come out like i expected. i tried to lay a vanilla colored tile in a bathroom painted yellow and it looked like piss. so i quickly ran out the the hardware store and asked for a refund. could you believe that they refused? so i smashed all the tile.
i just put the tiles in place. worried what might happen if they come crashing down in the middle of the nigth. The agony of failure is keeping me paralysed.- Im just standing there.
tiled immediately reminds of mosaic tiles. As thinking more it still reminds only of mosaic tiles.
The floor was white and cold, and her toes were so frozen that they looked pale atop the icy kitchen tiles. She tip-toed around the table towards the counter, making as little skin-to-ground contact as possible. This would be another dead day, she knew already.
Tiles remind me of the floor, yes this is gay i dont know what to write, hmm, tiles, umm sounds like piles, i think thats like an ass condition, meh, not as bad as hemroids tho, nver had them , but i dont want to, you have to sit on a rubber ring.
tiled is a nice word, however it’s not a word that normally comes to mind would you not agree? I would think that most of these random words would be much more complex then tiled, even though to me it is an uncommon word. I would have preferred something else
the tiled floor gleamed as the maid mopped it. The bucket of water falling as she fell to the ground in a big heap, sobbing.
the floors were tiled with snow-white tiles. except for the dark red drop of blood, forever staining the smashed one.
the bathroom floor was tiled, small broken pieces glued together with an aging gum, yellowed and peeling. She tiptoed about the foulest parts, where strange brown and green molds had formed in odd