What kind of temple would your body be?

Au contraire…. I am my own. And that is my answer. My own.

The one from “Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom”

Maybe something wooden. I don’t know.

A ruined one.

The earth.

It’s the one you don’t recognize as a temple at first. Just an old brick building that’s nothing to look at, but in decent repair, even if it’s a bit mess. It’s a functional building.

That one with the trees growing out of the walls.

A holy one——treating it to junk food and inactivity would be totally sacreligious!

Shirley Temple?

It’s the Taj Mahal on the outside concealing Angkor Wat within.

Well..I was an Obilisk and now, in my middle age, I am morphing into Stonehenge.
Slender and tapered to slab of Granite. lol

One built by a dumbass kid with a hammer.

Metaphorical, ephemeral, fantastick, mysterious

in short—a Kline bottle

If you enter, you’ll never see the light of day. But if you can make it to the end, you might see the dark side of the moon.

I’m a seedy tavern, full of barbarians, thieves and murderers. The light is low, the smoke is heavy, and you come in me to drink your booze in the skulls of your enemies. Fistfights occur and sometimes people die, as my inner demons rage. Throats are slashed, creepy folk music plays, and there aren’t any toilets.
The angels can’t win, they don’t even dare to come here. I attract the broken and the sick. A final dance before death, every table has thirteen places, to mock The Last Supper.

Filled with whores and assholes, my body is a testament to corruption and chaos. It’s a place where you can do what you want, and release all your darkness. My body does not discriminate, and I think Axel Rose wrote a song about me once.

Even though it’s a tavern, it’s actually a temple, because you come here to celebrate your dark side, and perhaps that you’ll find a pretty flower growing in an ocean of fecal matter. Like any religion, my temple represents delusion and a price to pay. However, that which you experience shall be real.

I am the Devil, and I have come to do the Devil’s work.

Better to have me as a god as I prance and play the flute with you all in tow, rather than one who drags you all with chains strangling your throats.

We got that too though, if you want it.

A small, round, domed, white marble, Doric columned building with riotously colored flowers surrounding it. There would be marble benches around it for people to sit on and enjoy the flowers. What’s inside? My spirit.

@Symbeline LMMFAO. Too funny. I’ll abbreviate in hopes that one of my answers might actually not get moderated.

Nothing would get moderated in my temple. :D

@Symbeline Your temple fucking RULES IN HELL! You rule!

like an natural archway in utah temple.

@Only138 Thanks. I like being worshiped appreciated. :)

My body is a tree house, a free house
a secret you and me house.

@Symbeline What’s included in the assortment of pills provided at your communion ceremonies? And how much sex is there? If there’s enough sex,I’m trading in my union card in a New York minute!

Well, people don’t really use the tables for drinking.

Also, if we don’t got the pills you want, we have a lot of witches that know about roots and mushrooms and stuff.

i’d like to think it’s a taj mahal. haha