I have a Catholic friend who says she treats her body like a temple — full of red wine and guilt

If these are the standards, my body is a waffle house that got closed by the chain and is still operating without permits or branding.

Druid is best.

Its funny that the picture for mosque is Hagia Sophia, which was originally an orthodox christian church.

Mine is a Mosque.

Greek temples were gaudily painted and decorated in bright colors.

Also they were used as wealth deposit, sort of like banks.

I mean that might lead me to view my body as a Greek temple, however experience has shown I’m not the best vessel for precious metals.

My body is a temple

I only use the highest quality of cocaine.

My body is a temple to Dionysus.

A Harsh Wasteland

• Surrounded by a vast emptiness interspersed with venomous, toxic, and dangerous lifeforms.
• Featureless horizons and overcast skies denying any way to escape.
• A nice, quiet place to lay down and wait for the inevitable end to come.
• A convenient opportunity to reflect on the comically meaningless futility of a cosmically insignificant existence. Also funny memes. And that embarrassing thing you did middle school.

My body is Water Temple:

• Pain
• Pain
• Pain

Druidic grove for sure. Fire temple is a close second. So I guess I’m just a really holy forest fire

Mine is a temple that was recently fire bombed by religious extremists.

Definitely somewhere between a druidic grove and a mystery ruin

I wanna know how to get that classically sculpted perfection while keeping the wine consumption at heroic levels

I think I used to be an Aztec Pyramid, but I’m becoming a Mosque, and rapidly heading toward the ruins.