I want a museum or a gallery to put this shit in. Felt womb, sparklewang, giraffe-necked Edward man-pillow, the shower curtain, the knickers and then a wall mural of magazine clippings with tabloid quotes like "KIRSTEN PREGNANT WITH ROB'S CHILD" and the other ridiculous stuff out there. Rolling clips of Nuttymadam screening, with Twihards at ComiCon cut in there. Maybe by combining this hot mess, I could cure people, talk them out of Twilight, maybe prevent Breaking Dawn from ever being filmed.
At the very least I would out-weird Damien Hirst's shark in plastic and those preserved human body exhibitions. I think my gallery would be best situated in Amsterdam.