Hey, I’m Keith! A lot of the time, people don’t see the faces I see in inanimate objects. So, I decided to illustrate them in a cartoonish way and write little stories about them to bring them to life. You can follow me on Instagram where I post more of my art.
Grab my beak if its laundry you seek. You barely see me, maybe once a week. How can I not have this disappointed look? I dry your clothes as you read a book. Im dryer duck, and for a buck, I dry the shirts you tuck. Handle my bill if you will, tweak left for your garments. Ill see you next week, but please, no more vomit.
GAHAYUCK! Hi there! I have some stuff to share! Its ice and water, and I suggest in that order. If its the latter first, by all means quench your thirst! But let it be known, YAHUH! Youre in the splash zone. My uneven teeth dispense your desires, push my eyes is what I require!
Im ripe. Teeth rotten. My other half, forgotten. This crescent face is only recent. But not to panic, by botanic rules my seeds will sprout. More tomatoes to creep you out. Though there will be none like me, Im one of a kind, you wont find me in a bottle of Heinz.
Yeah, Im Frankie the furnace, whos askin? Short arms with anger fueled by fire, a bowler hat is my only attire. Burning wood is what I do. For cookin stew or warming you. But dont feed me too much Im warning you. Im an earnest furnce, and frankly, I couldnt care less about burning you.
Not everyone knows what my nose holds. My eyes stay forward minding my own business as you conduct yours. I am a conductor myself being metal and all, you lock the door as your pants fall. I hold your jacket, or whatever you pack, yet I get no recognition as you carry out your mission. You flush and rush as if you have somewhere to be. Next time we meet, please…
Not everyone knows what my nose holds. My eyes stay forward minding my own business as you conduct yours. I am a conductor myself being metal and all, you lock the door as your pants fall. I hold your jacket, or whatever you pack, yet I get no recognition as you carry out your mission. You flush and rush as if you have somewhere to be. Next time we meet, please stare back at me.
Hi there! Im Sharron, the stall wall door. I hope the soap on my face stalls you from leaving this place. My look of surprise caused by the amount of hands not using my cleaning supplies. So, come hither and let me sanitize your mitts, then dry your hands after you rinse.
Youre in the bathroom at the urinal urine spilling. A sloth in transit with its oxygen filling. Arms resting in place, smile on its face, slowly but surely, its no race. Happy youre there, the sloth happily stares. As you finish and flush, to the cosmos, no rush.