Not All of Us Are Godlike Superbeings

They're jammed - each mit's clogged with bullets

(Rewrite) The story of a starling haunted to death by a paparazzi of twitchers has put me entirely off this ornithology business.

Pulling up legs like sucked-on pens or loose teeth

You blunder into a photograph. You know it is a photograph because there is a man to your right who is trying to pry his eye out of the camera lens.

counterspy hooked to its medulla, it adjusts this way, that