Saturday, Oct. 28, 8 pm - midnight
There are still survivors of 1994’s
and 1997's “Museum
of Mental Decay” who can relate tales of dodging fireballs, tripping
on chocolate-smeared bodies, slogging through curtains of beef
tongue, and being pissed on by cartoon dogs. Notorious as the
vortex of mind-bending chaos and the occasion of at least one psychotic
break (testimony furnished on request), The Museum of Mental Decay is now
back by popular demand. Cacophonist perpetrators have turned their
minds inside out in search of materials of an extreme and psychologically
repellent nature, creating more than a dozen living tableaus of psychic
aberration — from worm-eaten holiday memories to the phobias you woke up
with this morning. Experience implant flashbacks, flirtatious sideshow
freaks, geriatric masochists, militaria collectors on ether, dumpster-dwelling
hair merchants, Super Acne Man, automated necrophilia, and other displays
banned from Knott's Scary Farm. Laugh when you shouldn't, keep your
head low, don't breathe too deeply, and empty your bladder before entering.
Smell, 247 South Main
(between Second and Third). Enter in REAR; entrance not visible from
street. Park in lot next door (may have to enter lot through alley).
$5 before 10 p.m.
visitors will enter in small groups. While waiting your turn, you
can enjoy ghastly documentary footage provided by The Museum of Death and
the ominous rumblings of DJ Prickle. While costumes are welcome,
this is not a costume party. Large and expensive costumes may prove
a liability whileo negotiating the dark sticky corridors of the Museum.
This is an all-ages venue with no bar, but this event is not suitable for