I can't drive behind the Chevy Traverse.  That insect face on the back scares the crap out of me.  It has bug eyes and little mandables.  If one is in front of me on the high way I have to pass it.

The faces on different things start to talk to me from time to time.  Not in the imaginary sense, they literally have personalities and tell me about their day.

I hope I'm not going nuts here.

What are you smoking, Mattie?  And can you share?   

I wish I were on something.

  Ditto here, I see some patterns in the tail section of vevicles.  Mainly cartoonish, nothing scary, though.  The same goes with clouds. 
  Joelene.