"Walked into our world and made horrible sounds [I can still hear them today] strangely they seem, beautiful now... Though they will outlast my love. Still- Each time I meant, every word, every one... I returned to you, but found my empty home. The radio told me to stay [as it burned down] I sang alone: You will outlast my love." -AFI
The Field of Trees
Lincoln Logs
The Death of an Industry
Bonner: A Town Lost









































