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Atomised

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 A Jobless Muse in Her London Shoes 

proudly presents

ATOMISED


Amore

Terror

Original

Memory

Intelligence

Sensual

Ethereal

Depth

Another Anna,
Writing a bit less, 
Writing a bit better, 
...to suck out all the marrow of life.
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Anonymous said…
Hello to the new Anna :)
14 January 2011 at 21:41
Naresh said…
Her heart had been atomized by some evil, now she is in mood to zap the enemy with those powerful atoms and at the same time she'll atomize perfume on kind souls!

Eight solid topics!i love the way you chosen the caption...you are such an intrigue lady! <3
14 January 2011 at 22:16
AnnaFullStop said…
Naresh I wouldn't have been able to say it better myself!
Thank you for the compliment, as always you make me bluuush!
and thaaaanks for the continuative support ! :)
14 January 2011 at 22:29
Anonymous said…
Atomised...you were Atomised and decided to redefine something about yourself. Interesting!

I usually was Atomised also, in a cerimony placed into a Capitular Room. The goal was to remove a, so called, "bad part of the ego" and "reborn" as a man with a vision of the world a bit less selfish. In another words, I was invited by my fellows to redefine my life in accordance with some ideas!

Your proposition here isn't that different from mine. After my " atomisation", I struggled to not relapse into the sames mistakes or into the same hollow. I guess you will do the same. Not running away but facing the tentacles trying to pull you into the hole again.


I like the way I feel you will do your struggle. It's a fight to rebirth, as Phoenix from the ashes.
Yes, I like to have an epic approach from this matter :)

Be yourself, as yous said in A.T.O.M.I.S.E.D
It don't matter if you are a whining one or a seductress one or a Greek Amazon. We like you the way you are. While you keep extending your hand to us I'll always be ready to grab it and go with you wherever you want.
15 January 2011 at 20:02
AnnaFullStop said…
"Not running away but facing the tentacles trying to pull you into the hole again."

Exactly.
I don't want this change to seem that I am just avoiding myself.
It is still me, with all my pain and all my struggles.

It is just that I realized my fragments are more than just destruction, they can be reconstruction in another shape and form.

And yes, A.T.O.M.I.S.E.D. is what I am and what I will talk about, for you all that listen to me so kindly.

I wouldn't be able to thank you as much as I mean it.

But I believe your sharing your story with me makes me realize how much we can talk the same language, which is something I am looking for in people around me...
15 January 2011 at 21:34
WritingsForLife said…
aww... that is so beautiful :-). And I like your new template :-)
17 January 2011 at 21:49
AnnaFullStop said…
Raaaaaaaaajiiiiiii! Thank you!
I appreciate it!:)
My fav colour, red!
Stay tuned you too!
:)
17 January 2011 at 21:58
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