Nothing from the Swedes today. Is time for us running away?  fuck new labour and the tory, that's the way I see it.  Hard to love when there's no glory.  Face as fair as Our Lady. Not feeling what I'm supposse to, maybe.  Hate coming from the mouth it was kind, not from the heart but my dark mind.  With the courage of Sebastian With the strength of George.  Perhaps then,  I could walk this gorge.