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The Journal of Literary Satire | Hastily Written & Slopilly Edited
Tuesday, October 28, 2003

The Skin Project

'Once upon a time, long, long ago'
'far, far away, and all that jazz...'
Anna arrived dressed as a banana.
By having pupils painted on her eyelids, Anna could feign enthusiasm while catching up on sleep.
And Michelangelo painted on his back.
'lillypads'
'frolicking field'
Geoff and Josh stood perfectly still, while Anna's body was slowly rotated via Lazy Susan.
It's all about the umbrella lights.
Geoff suddenly realizes everybody can smell it.
Cheeky.
It's true. Don't tell.
Goldie Hawn in 'Laugh-In.'
Josh, Shelley, Anna, Geoff.
Sloppy, sloppy penmanship.
Jazzercizing.
Can you spot the split infinitive?
This is a leg, probably.
Ribbit.
This stopped making sense.
Words, words, words.
Word.
'How do you do, Frog?'
Shelley was reading a funny joke written on Anna's shoulder blade.
Rinsing off with a bottle of Poland Spring.
Rinsing off with a bottle of Poland Spring.
Fin.

All photographs ©, Seth Melnick, 2003.
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