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A tribute from a
restless soul
to the only place I love


And the only thing
that has truly
captured my heart

and never faded

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Continuing my narsisitic phase
Miss Aas greats you from under her medieval cape that she has refused to take off
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New mail address

aasa.bergem@gmail.com
(I will still be using aasa_sin@hotmail.com for MSN)
Greetings to all of you
~ Aasa

To friends, chatting buddies and others.
Sorry that I have not responded to almost anything and also not
been online or available for quite a while.
I have a lot going on and have not had the extra energy for it
In addition to this I have a new job with 40 kids jumping and crawling on
me for 8 hours every day
Have patience with me
hugs to you all
~ Aasa

"Through me the way into the suffering city

Through me the way to the eternal pain,
Through me the way that runs among the lost.
Justice urged on my high artificer;
My maker was divine authority,
The highest wisdom, and the primal love.
Before me nothing but eternal things were made,
And I endure eternally.
Abandon every hope, ye who enter here."

Second Level of Hell

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You have come to a place mute of all light, where the wind bellows as the sea does in a tempest. This is the realm where the lustful spend eternity. Here, sinners are blown around endlessly by the unforgiving winds of unquenchable desire as punishment for their transgressions. The infernal hurricane that never rests hurtles the spirits onward in its rapine, whirling them round, and smiting, it molests them. You have betrayed reason at the behest of your appetite for pleasure, and so here you are doomed to remain. Cleopatra and Helen of Troy are two that share in your fate.

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Second Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Moderate
Level 2 (Lustful)	Very High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	Low
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Very Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Low
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Moderate
Level 7 (Violent)	High
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	Moderate
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Low

Take the Dante Inferno Hell Test

HELP!

Okay, here is.
Barcelona: living in a house: boring!
Plan:
Either
1: move out in the forest. Build or find treehouse
2: buy or rent boat

So...... Have NO clue about boats
Does anybody here?

Anybody with a good tip for a "lost" gal?
:)
~ Aasa

PS: I don't give a damn about classy and speed and such.
Only roomy and livable and good price.
PS2: isn't this cool

To you

Every new container rooms the thoughts I put in it.
Does that make the container empty?
Or is it the content that I can't see?
I fold my hand together to a small cup
I always hold the same
stretching over, pouring it into the open hole
slowly, painfully, like a mad obsession, every time
You open your mouth
as always
Why don't you ever object?
I cant break it. I never stop.
I am pouring and pouring and you never stop me
until its lifeless and filled with white soft worms
dripping out of the eyeshells
they are saying hi to me , they are smiling
Their victory? Their loss?
You are always the same but never the same one
I am waiting for you to stop me
What will happen then?

Post Scriptum:
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I know my post have been a little self-absorbed lately
It has its reasons, I will soon be back on track
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Medieval

The passion of our time is dead, I am seeking new ways.
I have decided that I will move to a place where people live somewhat like medieval times. I don't know much about it, I have only heard there are places like that. If anybody knows more, please contact me and tell me more, I would be very grateful
It really doesn't matter where it is, I am very movable.
~ Aasa ~

Dark forest calling sweet red burning pumping I must follow deeper darker calling to me icy blue eyes like a dagger in me yearning mysteriously drawn hard soft falling falling moisty grass clawing

wanting turning myself inside out clawing biting darker and darker passion needing now pain moment frost fires

sweet hurting kisses blood sugar fire lips disappearing into deeper darkness sweetness and pain and pain giving myself up in the feeling - now

Wolfsballade

Durch berstend Venen rauscht
fiebrig heiß mein Blut
Mein Blick verzehrt Dich gierig
Doch verbrennt in süßer Wut
Was ist mit mir und meiner Lust
Ich folge Dir ganz unbewusst
Weh mir, oh weh, oh weh,
ich suche Deine Näh´
ich suche Deine Näh´
Ich rieche Deinen Duft
Ich spüre Deine Angst
Dein Herz schlägt wild,
es sticht die Brust
Wenn Du nach mir verlangst

Und der Mond erleuchtet hell
Die Nacht, sie wird zum Tag
Und ein Rausch aus roter Quell
In unseren Träumen lag
Und wir waren wie ein Sturm
Und flogen übers Land
Leidenschaft und Schmerz
Warn uns ewig eingebrannt

Oh zitternd Körper wehr Dich nur
Solang Du es vermagst
Ich still nur meinen Durst
Meinen Hunger, der mich plagt
Was ist mit mir und meiner Lust
ich geb mich hin ganz unbewusst
Weh mir, oh weh, oh weh,
Das ich nicht widersteh
Das ich nicht widersteh
Leidenschaftlich fühlst Du
Meinen heißen Nackenbiss
Ein Leben in Glückseligkeit
ist beiden nun gewiss

Und der Mond erleuchtet hell
Die Nacht, sie wird zum Tag
Und ein Rausch aus roter Quell
In unseren Träumen lag
Und wir waren wie ein Sturm
Und flogen übers Land
Nach einer wilden Jagd
hat uns ein Sonnenstrahl verbrannt

Wolfsballade

Through bursting vein rustles

feverish hot my blood

My look consumes you longing

yet burns in sweet fury

What is it with me and my desire

I followed you entirely unconscious

Woh me, oh woh oh who

I seek your nearness

I seek your nearness

I smell your aroma

I sense your fear

Your heart pounces wildly

It stings the chest

When you desire for me

And the moon illuminates brightly

The night, it becomes the day

And an intoxication from a red well

Lay in our dreams

And we were like a storm

And flew over the country

Passion and pain

Were eternally burned in us

Oh, trembling body, only defend yourself

As long as you are able to

I clench only my thirst

My hunger that plagues me

What is with me and my desire

I give myself entirely unconscious

Who me, oh who oh who

That I do not resist

That I do not resist

Passionate you feel

My hot naked bite

A life in happiness

Is for us both now certainly

And the moon illuminates brightly

The night, it becomes the day

And an intoxication from a red well

Lay in our dreams

And we were like a storm

And flew over the country

After a wild chase

A ray of sun burned us

Cultus Ferox

Visby

A friend of mine that went to Gotland also took some pictures. I haven't had time to work with mine yet, or blog them, but here you can watch his

Cultus Ferox ~ (The wild art of life)

I went to see these guys playing in Visby every day during the medieval week at Gotland.
You could say they are the medieval answer to hard rock, haha!
And not bad to look at either, heeeee! What is it with guy in medieval clothes. Even if they look like crap in real life, they make you turn around with this shit on - At least me...jummy!
My favorite is the guy to the far right........There was just something about him that struck me - have no idea what it was.

I am back....

From Gotland. And there are some things that are very new. First: internet is SHIT! I feel like throwing away my life just looking at this computer.
Second: This times fashion SUCKS! My eyes almost pops out of my skull from boredom when I walk in the streets.
And third: not just the clothes, its boring and ugly here, and I don't want to be here.
I want to live in an eternal medieval fair in the most beautiful place in the world (Do I really need to tell you where that is?)
This sucks!
I am not going to take my medieval clothes off (You should have seen the stares I got in Stockholm, ha ha)
And I am sitting here crying and wishing myself back.
Damn this uglyuglyuglyugly, un-creative society.
I don't want to write anything more now!
*sobs*
~ Aasa

HELL

I have just been on a very nice
trip to the north of Norway, visiting my
family. Going there I passed hell
on my way, which is a very cozy little place on the countryside.
The image you see here is
quite funny, cause in
Norwegian it just means customs and package delivery.
In English it´s all of a
sudden a new story, hehe!

Panoramas from Møre, Bergem (North Norway)

Click on to enlarge
Each image is constructed by around 12 photos, put toghter as one in phototshop
















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