I was given the name Leo not quite 30 years ago, yet I'm still trying to define myself otherwise. I could be described as a postmodern deconstructionist anarcho-capitalist. I think we've all forgotten who we are, to a certain extent. This is my attempt to find myself, or you. If you think you know who I am, or who you are, or that I know who you are, or who you might be someday, feel free to engage me at any time: leo (at) amnesiacs (dot) org
Sufjan Stevens - To Be Alone With You
I’d swim across lake Michigan
I’d sell my shoes
I’d give my body to be back again
In the rest of the room
To be alone with you
To be alone with you
To be alone with you
To be alone with you
You gave your body to the lonely
They took your clothes
You gave up a wife and a family
You gave your goals
To be alone with me
To be alone with me
To be alone with me
You went up on a tree
To be alone with me you went up on the tree
I’ll never know the man who loved me
Nite peeps.
(via stupidinboston)
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