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22/7

2009-06-10T13:10:00.000-07:00

22/7

22/7 is almost pi
But it is not pi
22/7 is something that almost fools
22/7 is something that almost fools;
the world's mathematicians into writing:
Pi.

Doodling

When you sit by the telephone
It is easy to doodle by the telephone
That's the way it is; it's not easy to stop

The devil

They called up the Devil in me.
When I was a full-time student.
Ever since then life has been a punishment.

Nevermore

I will never speak about
my feelings
to anyone
Nevermore, nevermore, says the raven as well

The Bible

The OT is a cuneiform script
the NT is for mathematicians
who are philosophers; which is
a project in itself.

The depths

I will go to the depths
I will kill the guilty one
I want to get drunk.
Just like in the renaissance.
I want to kill E. Renner of H.

The great god
PAN

In a land far, far away
They operated on my brain
Words which I can hear without

VoicE
THIS PERSON

HEKS
Psykiatri er ikke noe annerledes enn Human Etisk Kristent Sosialdemokrati (NOT translated from the Norwegian, because it would lose too much in the translation - lol!)

Light-bulb

When a light-bulb stops working; like a leaf
A star goes out; at the same second?
Is there anyone at all, who shines under the table?
Only time will tell.

1/6

2009-06-01T13:02:00.000-07:00

To Claire

I have a good deal to think about. The last day/night when I met you after the knife-stabbing. (Kundalini?) But they did a lot of harm here in the psych. ward. The world is evil and it only deserves misfortunes. Here I am in a place. Where I can drink beer but must monitor myself if I get drunk.

Poem

To listen to poems;
while someone is speaking
To rest on laurels;
while someone is speaking
To be crucified;
while someone is speaking

31/5

2009-05-31T12:44:00.000-07:00

No way

Here I can come no way.
Here is everything dead
Here am I

Here comes no way.
Here is everything dead
There were we before

Here comes a way
There were everything was dead
There we are.

Hi, Claire
Nice that you got in contact again. Today is fine with a blue sky. I have been here for a long time now. I want to go home. And since I had sex with you, you are a dear memory; even if we are separated.
I just had to do that.
I miss the life with you even if it came down to lots of sex and beer!
As for Eurovision and Norway, there is a bit of 'Beatles' hysteria about the man. It seems he has taken the girlie-world by storm. I had a revelation about him. His 23rd birthday in Moscow, he got a Kalashnikoff rifle filled with vodka. But he seems a bit clumsy or awkward to me. Enough about that.
I have searched the [military (deleted) - ha ha ha] University of Bergen. It would have been fine to be in the apartment together with you! But that is also just another daydream.
I hope I get out of this prison-life soon.
But how are things with you?
A kiss, a pat and a hug from
Bjorn E. Pedersen
P.S. Smoking has become very dear here, about $AUS35 per packet.

(Translated from the Norwegian by Claire)

2008-04-22T15:56:00.000-07:00

Hi, Claire

Sorry I have not had time to write to you. I have had neither the time, inclination nor money for that.
I dream back to the time we were together. I stood with you and you too. Sometimes I drink beer but never get drunk. I have thought of studying in the autumn. Something in the religious studies field. I feel better.
I think it is tough that you are doing it so hard. I think a good deal about sex. When did you say your "new" birthday was?
I have read some books by Umberto Eco. Hope we can see each other again soon. Even if I am not suicidal.

Regards,
Bjorn Erik

Christmas eve

2007-12-24T12:15:00.000-08:00

- Actually we should give gifts to the Christ Child on Christmas eve!

- Why do so many sit alone?

- Give that to a little black kid.

- And our kids should get 'new ski equipment'. Because even though our kids were born with skis on their legs, they are surely rotted through by now.

- Rotten kids who bully

Massacres in Iraq etc.

- Really we should never celebrate Christmas eve again

- A bad conscience can wreck your brain and turn you into a Christian!

I for one am not looking forward to Christmas.

Bjorn Erik Pedersen (from the Norwegian)

Hi, Claire!

2007-12-14T16:08:00.001-08:00

Nice letter from you. Your Norwegian has gotten better. What do you actually do? For a living, I mean?
I don't really want to get a divorce from you. Maybe I shall move to Fyllingsdalen (Bethany), one step closer to our apartment.
Maybe we must just wait and let the state take its course. We are in fact only separated.
I don't particularly believe in astrology either.
I am thinking of going back to study next autumn.
I miss sex.

It is early morning now. 5:11 am to be exact, as I write this.
Bye for now.

Yours for always, Bjorn Erik

(poems to be revealed on Christmas eve, with present!)

Bjorn Erik's birthday mandala

2007-10-26T18:46:00.000-07:00

Bjorn Erik's progressions for 2007.

Sun conjunct Sun, obviously... it's your birthday!

Sun and Moon both transiting your first house. A "double" sidereal Libran, very much needing companionship, relationship and partnership; very dependent on these (also loyalty of Dog!), but also some tendencies to self-centredness and selfishness; thoughts (and, with the Moon, feelings) endlessly revolve around the self as much as around the desired partner, signified by Saturn in opposition in Aries, 7th house (older, and mostly distant by force of circumstance!). A painful situation of loneliness for both, but in some ways easier than a square; enforced separation prevents much squabbling between two Arian individualists at closer quarters! Family and domestic matters highlighted.

Health: sun conjunct Venus and Jupiter - kidneys and liver especially indicated, but health worries could come and go "in phases" with the Moon!

Sun conjunct Jupiter: a good time to travel, even abroad, sign contracts, study or write articles.

With Venus, go to the hairdresser's, buy new clothes, attend social functions and parties!

With your Ascendent also conjunct these, you should have a birthday to remember, indeed!!! (Only wish I could also be there!) Beatles plays, "How does it feel to be one of the beautiful people?" lol Lucky for love and emotional commitments; if this does not mean your sex life, it indicates at least a period of relative tranquillity, progress and prosperity.

Jupiter in Scorpio and Pluto in Sagittarius transiting your 2nd house: Jupiter's materialistic side highlighted, as you experience a great desire to earn more money in whatever way you can, by investments, etc. You set much store on material comforts, and the things money can buy. Could be a generous partner and lavish entertainer. Pluto adds some sharpness to your business sense, i.e. your ability to sniff out good potential investments. Gives a steadying influence also, toning down over-optimism of Jupiter with some common sense! Moon positively aspecting Jupiter: a good time to sign a contract; generosity almost too much; sympathy for other people, especially in different countries and cultures; a desire to support charities.

Moon square Midheaven: beware self-deception and escapism, especially through strong drink, drugs, cigarettes! (lol)... especially in stressful and complicated situations. Best to maintain a steady routine, and keep plans as simple as possible.

Mercury in 11th house (Libra) opposite Moon in 6th (Aries): a great need for many friends and acquaintances, for discussion and exchange of ideas in a social setting (internet chatrooms and email groups, forums, etc. would be perfect for this!). Much nervous tension when this need gets frustrated. Learn relaxation technique? Does the hospital let you have computer access yet?

Mercury/Neptune positively aspected: intellect and fantasy/imagination working hand in hand.

Mercury/Pluto positively aspected: great focus and concentration; a strong desire for self-analysis. You could "get by with a little help from your friends", especially if you had internet (and email) access!

Venus in Virgo, 10th house/Saturn in Leo, 9th house: tendencies to feel sharply critical, especially of partner, can upset relationship, if they get out of hand. Economic limitations (Saturn) frustrate one's desires (Venus). Stability in commitments.

Venus/Ascendent: needing much sympathy, tenderness, understanding, beauty.

Mars in Gemini, 8th house, square Venus (weak): much interest in love and sex, but at the same time inner tension, doubts and conflicts about this,leading at times to despair, insomnia, depression, etc.! Extremely high sexual needs; you must have a satisfactory sex life to feel satisfied in other areas. A certain compulsive tendency to continually self-analyse. Mars negatively aspecting Jupiter: restlessness, as intellectual and physical energy increase. You could also be tempted to gamble.

Neptune in Capricorn and Uranus in Aquarius, 3rd house: Many suspicions and "unusual thoughts" cluster around family members, especially brothers!!! This could lead to confrontations; often taking a deliberately "contrary" stance!

8/9/2007

2007-10-04T14:00:00.000-07:00

Hi, Claire

I did not get your letter until now (two days ago), and thank you for your words of encouragement. It is boring being here; my days go on their way. It is autumn now. I am bored. I would much rather be living in freedom.

I enclose Jeff Buckley's "Grace".

Now I feel bad on account of all the shit going down around here.

The food is OK, so-so.

Regards,

Bjorn Erik Pedersen

P.S. Your beloved friend D.S.

P.P.S. I think Ase is Hakon's girlfriend. They have a little dog called Pushkin, D.S.

My telephone number is....

A letter from Bjorn Erik I could not bear to blog until now!

2007-08-08T01:04:00.000-07:00

29/6/07
Hi, Claire

Tonight something strange happened.
It was something to do with my parents, like drinking of alcohol (?). Here I am a drinker but not of spirits.

But I was in the power of "small" green men. They were doing something to me. It was very scary. Much green light. I was half-awake.

I have no one new in my sights.
Happy birthday.

Oh, why; elves and gnomes and trolls
I was scared.
They did me wrong
Like elf people's valley.

Oh, why; extraterrestrials and green men
I was scared
They did me wrong
Like hospital valley

The killed babies of Bethlehem
Oh, why me.
Death and life and love and hates
laughs at me

A byte consists of eight bits
The 0-bit corresponds to the Tarot card of the Fool
Is that Asherah?
Is Jesus Christ of Asherah

To be bound fast to a stake.
Is Jesus Christ really self-sacrificing
The seven angels are the evil ones when one is at the same time Daniel's prophetic book.

The brother of Sir Elton John
I like neither Lus in the computer program nor anything else.
His name is Daniel ("Dandruff")

Paul is the world's greatest sinner

These are some of my thoughts
See you in the divorce court.

Have a nice day
Your Bjorn Erik

P.S. The picture (here, badly scanned!) shows Pjushken, the dog of Haakon and Aase!

Postcard from Bjorn Erik

2007-08-08T00:39:00.000-07:00

Postcard from Bjorn Erik

2007-06-17T19:33:00.000-07:00

Maybe we should part
Part as good friends
A lot of laughs and
weeping too.
I bear no vicious
feelings towards you
I will send you
something for your
birthday 26/7
Love Bjorn E. Pedersen
I hope we can part
as good friends
Not
foes

Hi, Claire

2007-02-23T15:27:00.000-08:00

I am coming too late with the Christmas question.
I am sitting here dead drunk in a psych. hosp. still praying for your return?
(Adolf Hitler's) farts.
Lovely feeling of emptiness.
I can't tell of my feelings for you.

I wanted to get a babe from you.
Please come back to Norway.

9/11-06

2006-12-05T13:47:00.000-08:00

Dear Claire
Thanks for the present
That really cheered me up
I feel bored
Miss you quite a lot
I have been in this hospital for over (many years) in any case.

(In English:)
One bitter taste of snow
Dipping children in snow
Bless our marriage
Hope something good will
Come out of it

Your loving husband
Bjorn Pedersen

10th August, '06

2006-08-18T19:27:00.000-07:00

My beloved Claire,

I have just got the astrological/Tarot (visions) systems from you.

I miss you quite a lot. I feel lonely.

I have been here quite a long time and feel a bit in despair.

I could only wish to meet you again.

I like you very much. Hope you are well.

Friendly regards,
Bjorn Erik

P.S. Love you.

Belated 50th birthday present: better late than never!

2006-07-01T15:01:00.000-07:00

Hey Claire
Have a joyfull winter. Hope you like the necklace
Bjorn Erik

23/6[sic!]-06

2006-05-30T23:36:00.000-07:00

Hi, sorry that I did not take the telephone. I have had a bloody awful time here in the psycho-industry.
Sorry.
I shall buy a gift for you for your 5oth birthday.
I am not capable of writing any more.
I still want to remain married to you.

Your devoted

BEP

Love over Will

LOW

*

Radiography

Who knows the question about my next answer?
Once I saw my own grave.
Blind people are going around and see me.
I need a telescope to transform matter.
Hope Mr Cohen gets shit.

P.S. According to Bjorn Erik, on the telephone tonight, Mr Cohen = Leonard Cohen, for his bastardizing of the David and Bathsheba story in a recent song! ;-P

4/5/06

2006-05-12T18:23:00.000-07:00

Dear Claire,

I am so sorry I haven't written to you.
But this life have been shit for me.
I will always love you. I have no more tears.
I love you very much.
I think if you have tried to phone me, they haven't taken the phone to me.

love allways
Bjorn Erik Pedersen

P.S. Congratulations, birthday
50 years. Wow.

P.P.S. There is no other
I received the postcard with your birthday to days ago.
Something is wrong the the mail
Blackmail or something
Jeg elsker deg [=I love you].
Dead postman??!

Worth waiting for!

2005-12-07T21:05:00.000-08:00

Hi, Claire
I am a bit bored so I write a letter to you. Have thought of studying now until spring.
Ex-Fac language studies (preparatory). They also have a Latin course there.

I divined for myself. I have never turned up such good cards. I have very good karma.

I love you very much. Do you like "The Other Bible"?

It would be nice to have a picture of you!

I sent down the cards in the Johann Rosenkreutz cafe. Since then I have been a Rosicrutian Level C.

I have gotten sick of the Bergen dialect. Now I speak (pure) Norwegian. "Jeg" instead of "eg", "ikke" instead of "ikkje", and "Dere" instead of "Dokkar". "And" is a very pure conjunction. Automobiles are also fine.

Merry Christmas, Claire, from Bjorn Erik. Please send more Vegemite.
Forgive me for not taking the telephone yesterday. (1/12/05).

What dream cast aside
Speak of wisdom not
But speak of envy
Envy taught I, from a saying
Without works no faith
Without faith no works

Hey, Claire
I hope you can come together
Well, I am fed up with being alone
Your friend
Bjorn Erik
(23/11/05)

Did I get bitter then?
A girl whistled after me

Did I get soppy then?
I had to kiss a cow on the nose

I became a smoking Ferdinand
When I spied my stomach

Enough, enough of that
Oh well, not one like that

*
Tell me, little bird,
What secret death
I might have

Tell me, soothing dove
What secret pleasure
I might receive

Tell me, Prince of Peace
What colour my cigarettes
I might spew.

*
One miracle
So then, did the world end
with a crash?
What a miracle that is!
We sat and ate
We ate while we sat

How long, did you walk?
You my beloved mother!
How high did you jump?
You my edible father.

So then, the world ended
with a crash!
What a miracle that is.
We sat and ate
We ate while we sat.

I went too far
I said to one of them
If I told
My secrets?
How high did I jump then?
(Some also jump wide.)

(A dead Jew is a good Jew)
*
Diabolo means back-washing
Abbat means Satan
Abba means father.
Yahweh Tetragrammaton
means I am who I am
But that also implies
every single sinful man
to his mother.
Abbot means cloister
*
Kangaroo means (I don't know)
[some sketches here includinfg swastika and ss symbol]

The Great God Pan
Pain means "pain"
Pain means bread
Pain means alcohol

Poison means "gift", i.e. "married" (to Claire)
Poisson means fish (like Peter...)
Poison means [????]

NORWEGIAN IS A HEBRAIC LANGUAGE

Rain me not
Sun me well
Sin me sell
Offerings I might delay.

What nightmare will I spend
Together with a mule
Not to forget my arse
Quote the Raven.

So tell me Jesus?
Happiness with God's Spirits
St Paul told me he
Was a bad man.

I think no yoke
I think no joke
So thight the mule
And drink the beer?

Saul, why dost thou persecutest me?
So weight the mill's earnings
Fortune might build me a whisky
STILL

The people I am with are like spices, like saffron and cinnamon.

To sit and walk at the same time
To pray and eat at the same time
Do all pray sitting down?
A chewing gum, can you eat it?
But can you walk then?

Latest word, written in margin of my previous letter to him

2005-11-05T03:58:00.000-08:00

I wish you would ring me.
I have been a bit sick. Have no note-paper to write letters on.
Please send a new ring if you like. Your devoted husband, Bjorn Erik.

A not-so-little bird told me (a little poem for Bjorn Erik)

2005-10-24T09:57:00.000-07:00

my beloved, as a vulture of culture
flies desolately, and haunts
the cultural desert in which he finds himself
swooping down now and again
to pick over the bone
of a fragment of culture or memory
which he thought he had forgotten
and he hears not one, but many, voices crying in the wilderness
so at least he will never feel lonely
even in this desolation

...I wonder if he will remember these old bones,
that once, to his delight,
felt the hardness of his bones
through the softness of his outer flesh
(c) 24/10/05, Claire Pedersen

My dear Claire

2005-09-07T22:45:00.000-07:00

It was nice to get a letter from you. Thanks a million for the poster. If you ring, I will take the telephone. It is always nice to see something of the Virgin Mary. Ring me and I will take the telephone.

Your dearest
Bjorn Erik Pedersen

latest breaking news

2005-08-24T18:40:00.000-07:00

My "bushlawyering" has defeated the intention of Bjorn Erik's parents: according to breaking news just received from the Norwegian justice and registration department, they will not declare a decree absolute, so we remain married!! ;-))

latest (from a Cathar parfait) ;-))

2005-07-25T22:10:00.000-07:00

4/6/2005
Hi, my most beloved Claire

I am still sitting here in the psych. ward, but tomorrow I am going into legal battle with the state, in the person of the health and social services minister, Ansgar Gabriolsen

"Kringla Heimsiks" means in old Norse "the round disc of the earth"

I still love the company of the Virgin Mary very much

Here is a little poem

[in English]
Answer me times
Times of pain
Awaking in the morning
Still the holy dove
Is shitting on my head
And poor Christ is counting
my wounds.

I love you very much.

Kindly regards,
Bjorn Erik Pedersen

P.S. Did you like the pictures?

[Did I what? editorial note ;-))]

White Overtone Dog

2005-06-22T08:56:00.000-07:00

Hi, my dearest Claire

I am sitting here and missing you very much. I could have wished to meet you again. I miss the sex. It was nice to be in Australia, minus the hospital stay.

Please. Come back. Are you studying?

Friendly regards,
Your dear husband,
Bjorn Erik Pedersen

13/6/05

I just got your new letter [the one on a few pages of this blog]. I am sorry you were crying so sorely on the 17th May. It is nice that you are doing art. Nice mandala.

I love you really deeply. I look forward to meeting you in the afterlife.

According to Ragnarok legend, the Aesir shall cease to exist. And a new Man and Woman will be created of Wisdom of the Kringla Heimsiks.

Bjorn Erik's reply to last letter

2005-05-04T16:30:00.000-07:00

Hi, my dearest Claire

I don't want to get a divorce from you. It was in a way my parents who forced me into it.

"Never pain to tell thy love
Love that never told can be"

I love you really deeply.

I DON'T WANT TO GET A DIVORCE FROM YOU

Best and kindly regards,
Bjorn Erik Pedersen

P.S. I got the letter 2 days ago since P.S.

Translation of last letter to Bjorn Erik?

2005-04-19T10:02:00.000-07:00

"My dearest,
I have just yesterday received the " application for divorce", which does not leave me time to write to you, and receive an answer, within the time-frame of 3 weeks from the 7/4 , i.e. before the 28/4. I do not want to sign it without that, and think that the "universe", "fate", call it whatever! has already taken things out of my hands anyway. It should proceed automatically, without my signature, anyway, shouldn't it?
I just wanted to know if that was really your decision, or whether your parents talked you into it?
It is OK for me if you want to have lovers, and maybe even children eventually (I only wish you happiness!), while I, on the other hand, am and shall remain a "Pedersen" forever since we have been together, and continue to dream of Norway as my real "homeland", since it is there where you are.
Shall we be able at least to remain "penpals", whatever happens?
I have created a blog page for you [this link] and there you can also see a link to your old homepage [link given below], if you ever get access to the internet and feel like checking it out.
Are you still in the hospital?
Your wife,
Claire Pedersen
P.S. I tried to email these links to your parents, for them to pass them on to you, but I don't know whether they have done that!
P.P.S. The divorce papers were sent on the 12/4; nice way of saying "happy birthday"? ;-P"

Red Resonant Dragon, galactic activation portal, so-called 'good' Friday

2005-03-25T22:53:00.000-08:00

Omg, Bjorn Erik's homepage still exists: here it is, not for the faint-hearted or at all squeamish! Warning: homepage contains material that may offend some viewers http://www.geocities.com/nemisogg/mafsela_index.html

2005-03-02T19:02:00.000-08:00

working on mandala

Official "ad" for Bjorn Erik's blog ;-))

2005-02-12T13:13:00.000-08:00

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spiritual autobiography

2005-01-23T16:02:00.000-08:00

To taste the wormwood of the birth
Both the mother and her Mirth
If the child could talk I guess he'd swear
And someone envied my Black Lucifer hair

They gave me to my first true love
Couldn't focus I loved her voice
And felt her heart so endear
But no one told me I wouldn't focus for years

My mother gave me milk and warmth
And somehow I almost felt the inside warmth
But as my senses did expand
I noticed astonished we weren't alone

My brother did get his revenge
Unintended but painful still
They saw my eyes were seeking heaven
Some have a Latin name for this plague

A darker voice came terrible
My mother obeying sent me away
This might and power I had to hate
Shrieking, father gave me to mother back

My mother loved me very much
My father loved me very much
I had no choice than to love them both
But my brother didn't love me at all

So the game of gaining attention begun
I was an infant my brother was less
I guess you know who did won
Then my brother did plan for my reign overthrown

Humanely they hospitalised me
To heal my poor eyes lack of vision
My mother was told to go
A silent child gives no distress

The lack of quality started me walk
Planned economy chairs did fall
Somethings are carved deep inside
It can not be mended by non-falling tears

Just as I had begun to love this hell
My mother figured out to save me from pain
She took me home I clung to her
Followed her everywhere just to make sure

On my eye there was a cloth
It is funny if you are a pirate
My envious brother saw mother's affections
So he made sure I couldn't get to her

He locked me up in our room
I sat down with gloom
By fortune someone opened the gate
Or else I'd be sitting there today

I had to make peace with my brother
So not to raise envy I offered mother
The angel of gloom presided over me
And the angel of happiness I've not seen since

A year went by, children seems to forget
Suddenly humanity hospitalised me
A smiling nurse did put me to death
But no one was near then I resurrected

Syringes and doctors speaking strangely
May be good but not for a child
Time fed and nappies leaking
And nurses showing their utmost disgust

Mercy and mother came again
A year went by, children does not forget
Trice humanity hospitalised me
And I had no mouth-language for my fears

Mother came again, mercy I started to hate
A year went by, children have a lust for hate
A year went by, children with cunning hate
A year went by, children seeking Satan

6 years old I was tired of life
And I emerged into the fantasy world of books

A Beautiful Vision and A Bad Memory

One Christmas eve long ago
I saw the Bethlehem star
I was so sure of what I saw
And told my joy to my mortal parents

So why did I see lopsided grins
And deceptive glints in their eyes
I left my body and judge no one
But the vision they will never destroy

They sent me to Newton's school
And told me that they were only reflections
But if the star was a reflection
Then visions are reality

I gazed on the star the whole evening
Absorbed by its beauty
But one day it was gone
I often looked out for it

I gazed on the star the whole evening
Mortals laughed at me
I left my body and wept for joy
I comforted the child as Christ

(an inverted cross and swastika are better than an upright cross)
(translated from the Norwegian by Claire Pedersen)

Hi, my dear

2005-01-22T13:28:00.000-08:00

I didn't want to get divorced/separated from you.
The first seal has been opened.
The you-know-whos shall always be in hell.
I hope Caesar and Nefertiti send "Spring" and "The Blake Project" to you.
With friendly regards,
Bjorn Erik

My beloved Claire

2004-11-25T13:44:00.000-08:00

Happy Christmas (wonder when that is!?)
I sent all the poems in water and also the stupid one from Frode Fuhre, the damned hash-smoking football-patriot. Sending a Norwegian patriot to you.
Here is a little poem:
Look down Look up
Look all around
And eat your eyes up.
I am beginning to understand French and Hebrew.
Heia Moab and Oa
The juice must be impure there.

Friendly regards,

Bjorn Erik Pedersen

E = mc2 now works only on bulimics.

Oh well.
E = m(C2 -4)2... [and another irreproducible mathematical formula]

A good recipe for Apple cake

250 gr. butter
250 gr. sugar
250 gr. flour
2-3 large eggs/3-4 small eggs
cinnamon
white castor sugar [???]
1/2 tsp. baking powder....
3-4 apples peeled and cored
sultanas
almonds, chopped into pieces...

Blend sugar and butter. Add eggs. Add flour and baking powder. (Add almonds and sultanas to the mixture if you like.) Knead. Fold in apples (and then sultanas). Bake at 180-225 degrees in middle of oven, for 45 minutes-1 hour. Wait an hour.

Hi, my Beloved Claire

2004-11-18T13:36:00.000-08:00

Many thanks for the letter. We will see each other in the afterlife. Beginning to get healthier. Have thought of studying cyberlinguistics and later Christian studies. A bit of religious history is also always handy.
Miss you very much.
Give me the book, please.
Have you got Tarot cards?
I am looking forward to Christmas.
(Sweet, snowy Yuletide)! [the only phrase in English, not Norwegian, so far!]
How are you?
Ring.
Remember Jesus Christ is one of the heads of the beast!
We will see each other in the afterlife!

Bye

Regards, your beloved husband
Bjorn Erik Pedersen

P.S.! We are married in spirit! PPS!

I have met the Phantom, the ghost [or spirit] that walks.

Dear Beloved Claire

2004-11-17T13:58:00.000-08:00

Merry Christmas and a happy New Year

I am well. Hope you are well?
How is it celebrating a warm Christmas? Miss you dreadfully. A bit of sex would be nice too, again.
Nevertheless we will meet again one day.
"Till death us do part" - puke.
Have no present for you.
But I hope my parents can send you something fine.
Can't send chocolate.
Beginning to become normal again.
Hope you are well.
I am very sorry I have no present for you.

Friendly regards,
your dear husband
Bjorn Erik

V
LEV
V [enclosed in a heart]

American/Norwegian love letter

2004-03-10T23:00:00.000-08:00

Norwegian time midnight the day after, Wednesday.
Greta: I do not know who Mandy is! But I would have hung upside down in an underwater "diving bell" had it not been for Mandy! So...afterwards (Per Arne). Became a Superman myself. I grew up with interdimensional risks. Then Mandy left (Veronica...). That is a hint, btw. Mandy = Veronica. You make me feel funny when you're talkin away. If only it hadn't swarmed. What ever you say what I'd - Mandy = Veronica. ever do without you haPPY. If only it hadn't been for Voigh + Veronica!! I am Superman. Afterwards. Faster than the ------- speed of light. Afterwards, Greta should = Superman. whatever do without them Veronica. Gave me a star she knows about. About Papa Bear. aquarias = Mars = fishes, astrology -
mamma: Day. = valleys. = Never sais a WORD -
if it hadn't been for Mandy = Veronica -
then I would have been destroyed So don't be = surprizes. If the doorbell Karen = Mandy -
Hi greta I'm we are Mandy fly us Karen =
Veronica. Mamma = Superman. So, don't be = forbauset = Surprized.
surprized if the girls come and say Mandy = Greta. Thank God for mom and dad = mor og far -
Greta, don't be surprizesed = ding dong we are Mandy = Kirsten, - riske her own life = Papa Bear. Well atless = Don't be surprized if someone say - Hi I'm Mandy, a Girl, or boy. fly me just like a rolling stone she was looking in. If it hadn't = of been for outside without promise = me Gone.

Dear Claire

2004-03-04T13:33:00.000-08:00

I am sitting here and have become much healthier. Coffee and tea can be psychotic things. Many things and one thing or another are happening around me. Miss sex with you. Hope you are well.

Friendly regards,

Bjorn Erik