Because Everybody Loves Haikus

We know they're not that Surreal, but we figured "Hey, everybody loves Haikus!" So enjoy.

Why'd you turn around
Girl with amazing body?
Why were you a dude?

Angsty. Sullen. Bored.
Kid who lives in our building,
You should join a band

Poop poop poop poop poop.
Call it art art art art art.
It's the next big trend.

Our heating is off
And it's goddamn cold in here.
Why don't you love us?

Hey, Marcel Duchamp
History won't forgive you
For that damn toilet.

Extremely Purposeful Surrealist Prose

Today we're announcing the beginning of the First Ever Dan and Vince and the Whole World's Surrealist Magnum Opus...Print Edition. Here's how it works. I give you the first line of what will become an epic work of Surrealist fiction, and you add the next line. Just one line at a time, please. If you have lots to contribute, please wait for the next person to post before you add to what you've already posted. Don't worry. It'll still make sense.

In the spirit of true Surrealism, since we're inviting the entire world to participate, we're telling no one. We're not promoting this blog through our normal channels, nor will we bring it up in conversation, or even obliquely hint at it in the coded messages we routinely slip into the New York Times.

I'm not even telling Dan.

So here you go. Let the work begin...

Vince out.

First line:
"A fish popsicle, trying to breathe, trying to prove to a Zambian expat that, if you put your mind to it, anything is possible."