Based on the following:
Robinson, D.L. (2009). “Brain function, mental experience, and personality.” The Netherlands Journal of Psychology. pp 152-167
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Related to object properties: Stomach and an overconsumption
You're flipping through a bible. In one second, dozens of pages turn, pushing your hair out of your face with the force. For each page that passes, your stomach grows larger and larger until it ruptures. Your abdominal cavity fills with acidic contents, but you feel nothing. Your inner muscles tense, guarding themselves from the onslaught, but you feel nothing. The bible is open and so is your stomach, yet you are too fulfilled by life's lovely lineaments for either to close.
Future appraisal: Eyes and the too much
Cross-legged on a trash bag, your arms move in a steady rhythm. Hands bobbing, thread running thin, your vision is too-soon obliterated by the flooding of blood. Yet the pain of the needle in your eyelids does not reach you. The sting of the hot, gooey blood does not reach you. Too much is to come. You're happy you're alive!
Event related: Feet and self-erasure
What an unseen force, compressing your now fist-sized feet into themselves. Popping nerves spurt blood through your pores as the density of your feet attempts to stay the same. When they reach the size of a baby's, your ankle, larger than your feet, begins to suck up the stumps. The floor of the auditorium is pretty cold beneath you but it doesnt really matter. She gave such a lovely performance, even though she's crying now. How proud to be a father.
Self-appraisal: Brain and review
Sloshing. You cannot imagine. Sloshing out your ears and onto your shoulders. Oozing out of your nose and eyes; you cannot smell or see. Every thing you've ever done flashes before you: every word you've ever said, every hand you've ever touched, and every color you've ever admired. Life itself seems to melt before you, if you had a mind to think of it in such a way. At least you got to experience it all before you left; that's more than some can say.
Social: Mouth and fear
Your mouth enlarges and is about to swallow your entire head. Ripped lips pull back and back, like you're a peeling orange. The contents of your skull are falling out of the opening cavity. While you still have a chance to think, you wonder what it would've been like if you only told him you liked him. Would he have liked you too? You suppose it wouldn't have mattered anyways, you still would have ended up here. How good life is.
Cathected: Heart and the knowledge of ones own lifeblood
I hear it everywhere I go. It thumps in my chest, like it's promising me a better life. I want a better life. I know enough that our wounds close and we're taken somewhere different. I know that. But everytime I feel another beast fall, I feel drowsy, like I can't stay awake much longer. But, I do. I always do.
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