Harris Sockel
I like running in circles inside my apartment.
An Interview With My Body Regarding The Release Of My New eBook
Sometimes we fuck ourselves up. Sometimes we sell ourselves. Sometimes we get blown up. Sometimes we get put back together.
Why I Miss Being In The Closet
I was in that closet for ten years, and they were the best years of my life.
Thai Food Is God’s Gift To Humanity
I will never stop lathering my soul in the sweet tang of a Pad See Ew.
Obama Goes To Sleep
Obama imagined writing a poem about this moment, and publishing it on a clandestine Tumblr under a pseudonym, and telling only Bo and perhaps his publicist’s gay assistant’s assistant.
Learning To Masturbate In Colonial Williamsburg
Freedom is #hard.
I Get Advice From A Murderer
This year, like every year, on the morning after Thanksgiving, I will go to jail.
Why Do We Say Sorry?
In the supermarket yesterday, ten people said sorry by the protein.
6 Colors Your Poop Can Be, And What They Mean
Grey Poop: You are an introvert.
New York Is Ending
Take me out of this place. Bring a claw crane like in those machines at the seashore, and pick me up like I’m a stuffed seahorse.
How To Hack Writing A Personal Essay
If it’s a device, delete it.
12 Ways To Know If You’re From The Suburbs
Damn those kids with finished basements.
Please Read What I Send You
Don’t wait until the next aurora borealis and then (maybe) read, and then reply: “very thought-provoking!” Shoot me in the face.