You’re probably familiar with the name Machine Project. They’ve garnered plenty of reviews and profiles as of late, and for good reason. I’ve given them their fair share of coverage here too, and their Secret Gallery remains one of my absolute favorite Los Angeles art thingees. But, like a county fair pig lathered in dish washing liquid, Machine’s a tricky creature to get a handle on. Are they a gallery? An art project? An esoteric brotherhood of alchemy enthusiasts with a taste for deep-fried puppy? Machine’s central processing unit Mark Allen graciously agreed to avoid those questions and others and, in a manner befitting the subject, we decided to do the dirty deed via Instant Messenger. Gratuitous lack of capitalization and copious l33t sp34k over at abLA.