past/future engagements

We've had plenty to keep us in busyness. Our humble abode has seen the likes of many and various performers. They keep coming despite the inadequate support from our community. The reason this has worked for so long is complex. Our neighbors are truly selfless homeowners, and very respectable livers. They don't seem to mind our incessant rumblings and awkward ceremonies. The house itself is in a perpetual state of deterioration. We have enjoyed the company of many contemporary songsters and soundsters, all of which bring something new and exciting for us to feast upon. Some people come to the shows regularly, and others have made appearances, but decided not to participate. Participation is a key to this type of art and it is something that we at the Temple are lacking in. Please help us with this, or we will be forced to collapse under the weight of all the mediocre professionals that comprise this city and continue to pollute it with their toxic mimics of art. Maybe I'm asking too much of the anonymous community. Nonetheless we will continue to reap the benefits of the great performance artists that grace us with their pleasance. Some great acts on the horizon include Caboladies, Justice Yeldham and the Dynamic Ribbon Device, Naked on the Vague, White Mice, and others. For those of you who missed the most recent of shows, you should be ashamed. Temple of Bon Matin was the most enjoyable demonstration of Ed Wilcox's latest latency. They killed us all very gently and with much compassion. Projexorcism was there also, bringing with him a vast array of cultural dissemination in the film medium. Even through the thick fog of debilitating illness all performers were keen with expression and the hope for a future came across nun too bland. Thanks for the support from a few desensitized able bodied hominids, and everyone come out on saturday for Radney's SuperUltra Dance Symphony.

Cult sure

It is not whether people are dumb or smart, but sane or insane. We all have only one lifetime achievement; we all can make only one addition to our environment, garbage. Our adaptation depends on what type of garbage we make and how we use it to make more. Our culture is insane because it thrives on the disposal of resources necessary to our survival. A sane society would revere our one contribution. We should embrace our creation, it is our one true art form, and the only aspect of our culture that will survive. But we also make alot of shit.

Great Leap Forward

The Great Leap Forward happened after our stomachs crawled into our snail-like bodies which were slinking slimily on the floor with nothing to do. The stomachs were alien organisms, and they were parasitic. When they crawled into our assholes or mouths they made us hungry. Before we had stomachs our assholes and mouths were interchangeable, they served us only as voices, operating on two different vocal chords, one in the base of our spine and the other in the throat. After the alien stomachs crawled into us we began to search out sustenance and fulfillment in the myriad expanse that was coming into fruition. Through our hungry eyes we perceived nutrients based on their colors and proceeded to taste everything. The final step of the Great Leap Forward happened when we ingested the mushroom of many colors. This mushroom was probably found growing on a meteorite. Once ingested, this became our mind. Before this occurred our brain was built of randomly firing synapses that aided in few useful purposes besides the most mundane forms of awareness, but it mostly just confused our sluggish bodies. The mushroom supplemented the chemicals in our brain and created passion. So now we have hunger, which causes us to wander the the world in search of satisfaction, and we have our minds, which allows us to explore the desires and satisfactions with fervent mutability.