external mental surrogates (a baby in a jelly tethered by several cords)

domestic dream machine
molly is pulling an exit scam
FE everything and 
forget everything
all about it

the bottom floor of the MoMA is
housing an exhibition by Olafur 
Eliasson this generation’s JeFKoons
and post-fordist wunderkind get this
four rotating gospel choirs perform for 
eight hours straight in a room solely
illuminated by clap-activated lamps

there are my teen-surrogates free-floating
on wheatgrass shots and fish oil gel caps
my mental states are healthy wealthy 
and wise and i will adopt er, whatever
as i see fit they are so beautiful