eyeballs

How dare you open a spaceman's helmet on an uncharted planet? My eyeballs could've been sucked from their sockets!

As my mom used to say,"If wishes were horses, we'd be up to our eyeballs in shit.

Windisch closes his eyes. He feels his eyes. He feels his eyeballs in his hands. His eyes without a face.

The interior of the arms dealer's private jet was so ugly it hurt my feelings as well as my eyeballs.

I stare at my freakish eyeball, gaze into the distorted pupil until it expands and fills the mirror, fills my brain and I__ rushing through vacuum. Wide awake and so far at such speed I flatten into a subatomic contrail. That grand cosmic maw, that eater of galaxies, possesses sufficient gravitational force to rend the fabric of space and time, to obliterate reality, and in I go, bursting into trillions of minute particles, quadrillions of whining fleas, consumed. Nanoseconds later, I understand everything there is to understand. Reduced to my __ssential saltes_ as it were, I__ the prime mover seed that gets sown after the heat death of the universe when the Ouroboros swallows itself and the cycle begins anew with a big bang.