Grab my beak if its laundry you seek.
You barely see me, maybe once a week.
How can I not have this disappointed look?
Grab my beak if it’s 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. I’m dryer duck, and for a buck, I dry the shirts you tuck. Handle my bill if you will, tweak left for your garments. I’ll see you next week, but please, no more vomit.
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.
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.
Ill see you next week, but kindly, no more vomit.
Some people see faces wherever they go.
To illuminate his creative visions, he illustrates these characters and brings them to life with silly stories.
Yeah, I’m Frankie the furnace, who’s 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 don’t feed me too much I’m warning you. I’m an earnest furnce, and frankly, I couldn’t care less about burning you.
Larsens ability to find inanimate objects with faces is the result of pareidolia.
Its a psychological phenomenon in which our minds create a familiar pattern where none exists.
This is commonly rooted in seeing phantom people or animals, but it can be audible, too.
You’re 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, it’s no race. Happy you’re there, the sloth happily stares. As you finish and flush, to the cosmos, no rush.
Keith Larsen finds inanimate objects with faces all around him.
To bring the faces in places to life, he creates amusing illustrations and silly stories about them.
Not everyone knows what my nose holds.
Hey dere, you notice my teef missin'. But I’m just like you, I talk and listen. My inner’s calm, yet I’m lookin' crazy. Push my teef when you’re feelin' lazy.
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.
You flush and rush as if you have somewhere to be.
Hi there! I’m 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.
Next time we meet, like stare back at me.
Yeah, Im Frankie the furnace, whos askin?
Short arms with anger fueled by fire, a bowler hat is my only attire.
I’m 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, I’m one of a kind, you won’t find me in a bottle of Heinz.
Burning wood is what I do.
For cookin stew or warming you.
But dont feed me too much Im warning you.
I’m just a bag takin' a drag. Greaser hair, pull string flair. I’m not full of myself as I may look, I’m filled with your belongings, like pencils and books. Give me a chance doll face, I’m not a cheater. We’ll hold hands at the drive-in theater.
Im an earnest furnce, and frankly, I couldnt care less about burning you.
Youre in the bathroom at the urinal urine spilling.
A sloth in transit with its oxygen filling.
I’m a dandy dapper dampener. Fires tickle my fancy, those are no match for me. Remove my monocle you must, for the water to flee. When it comes to parking, I know I’m a nuisanceBut when your dog pees, I’m somehow translucent. I’m a damn dampened hydrant.
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.
GAHAYUCK! Hi there! I have some stuff to share! It’s ice and water, and I suggest in that order. If it’s the latter first, by all means quench your thirst! But let it be known, YAHUH! You’re in the splash zone. My uneven teeth dispense your desires, push my eyes is what I require!
Hey dere, you notice my teef missin'.
But I’m just like you, I talk and listen.
My inner’s calm, yet I’m lookin' crazy.
Push my teef when you’re feelin' lazy.
Im Sharron, the stall wall door.
I hope the soap on my face stalls you from leaving this place.
My look of surprise due to 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.
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.
I’m just a bag takin' a drag.
Greaser hair, pull string flair.
Give me a chance doll face, I’m not a cheater.
We’ll hold hands at the drive-in theater.
I’m a dandy dapper dampener.
Fires tickle my fancy, those are no match for me.
Remove my monocle you must, for the water to flee.
I’m a damn dampened hydrant.
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!
