Yesterday, as I was trying in vain to manifest a literary masterpiece, a pterodactyl flew by.

Actually, it was an eagle.

But the eagle was carrying a snake. So that’s cool. Mofo was so massive in wingspan that it blocked out the sun. For a second, I was sure we were having a solar eclipse. It was a pretty amazing sight – so much so that in my selfish relishing with my eye organs of actual life unfolding in real time, I forgot to take a picture to share on Instagram. I know. Who does that, right?

Actually, I did capture a snap of the avian-serpentine spectacle. But between his speed and my delay, it was pretty shitty.

flyingcock

“It’s a bird! It’s a plane! It’s a kite made from a dildo with a tail of anal bead-… Nope. It’s uh…It’s a bird. First one was right”

Then I suddenly remembered something from a documentary (Ancient Aliens. That or Blue’s Clues) about how an “eagle clutching a snake” is a sign or symbol or something with mystical implications.

Not one to pass up the chance to ingest conjecture regarding the significance underlying nature’s miscellaneous and entropy driven phenomena, I consulted the netz.

“Start your own Mexico!” said a Facebook friend, referring to the national flag emblem.

“It means knowledge!” said a blog poster.

“It’s a sign of evil!” raved one loon.

It’s bad enough that I seek meaning outta the random signs I witness. But the fact that I reinforce it with random online commentary… Sheesh.

That’s like moseying on into a mental facility, bowing at the feet of the first poor soul I see, kissing their toes, and saying, “Wise one, teach me everything you know.”
From now on, I’ll stick with ye old infallible information Fuhrer, Wikipedia.

(But so long as perception is reality, I’ll assume Quetzalcoatl knew I’m validation motivated and thusly descended as some cosmic nod of approval that I indeed dropped some knowledge in my 101 on turnips and murder).