When you turn your brain upside down, what falls out?

Dogs? Cats? Lizards? Dragons? Random toys you never let go, that remind you of carefree days gone by that you’ll never get back? Or are those toys bright and polished, but well used, a testament to a childhood well spent that you’ve kept carefully on the shelf?

Or are they simply used and worn beyond belief, many of their nicks and scratches recent?

Or do books fall out? Pages of books? Little snippets you’ve posted to the mirror before your mind’s eye to remind yourself of this or that? Or do the words just come clattering out in a jumbled pile that you keep telling yourself you’ll sort out later? In the meantime, though, you can see a few puns in there…

Does it rain? Does it snow? Do sunbeams pour out in great torrents? How about plagues of locusts and spite? Sludge? Filth? Acidic ideals long ignored and longer held?

Maybe it showers stars when you invert your brain out onto the carpet. But if you invert it onto hardwood, you get blazing fires.

But then, maybe, just maybe, you’ll get a unicorn somewhere in all the mess that comes out.

You never know until you dump it all out.

So, what do you get when you turn your brain upside down? Let me know in the comments! Also, share this nonsense with everyone you know, because it’s nonsense, and nonsense is the greatest sense there is. All proceeds from this post go toward bug spray for that plague of locusts someone’s been carrying around in their head. Really.