Okay, the Mattavilasa. Lorenzen translates it as 'Drunken Games'. Some context. It's a Sanskrit comedy written slightly after 600 AD, by an artsy king of an upstart dynasty, the Pallavas. It's a religious farce. India is far from timeless: in this period, Buddhism was still big and active on the subcontinent. The religious scene was varied but moderate: Boethius and Plotinus wouldn't have looked out of place here, next to the sky-clad Jains. The full food prohibitions were still developing, and caste had yet to ramify to its full complexity.
On the other hand... there was the sect known as the Kapalikas. That root kapala? Means 'skull'. You know the cognates. They were, hm, transgressive. In imitation of Shiva, who after accidentally on purpose decapitating Brahma, went around begging using Brahma's skull as a bowl -- Brahma had spares -- so too the Kapalikas went around using human skulls as begging bowls. Where did they get them? Cremation grounds! (One hoped.)
They were also believed to break the five basic prohibitions of renunciates: liquor, meat, fish, parched grain, and getting it on. Often.
So the stereotype was of creepy horny drunk carnivorous beggars covered in human ash, accompanied by hott chick acolytes, carrying around someone's skull, asking you for money.
I think they used to squat in Tompkins Square Park.
The plot of the Mattavilasa is simple. Manson and his Suicide Girl accomplice are drunk again. They decide to go to a liquor store. They need some cash, but their begging skull is missing. They see a Buddhist monk with a bowl. They accost the monk. The Suicide Girl is ogled. The monk calls for help, and another holy man arrives. The Suicide Girl is ogled. It's not their skull. They don't care. The Suicide Girl is ogled. Enter a madman with the skull. (A dog had taken it.) "Look, over there!" Manson recovers the skull. Everyone is happy, religious harmony reigns, and Manson and the Suicide Girl stagger off into the sunset.
Here's a bit that gives you some of the flavor:
DEVASOMA THE SUICIDE GIRL: Is it proper to speak in this way? The Jain saints describe the [non-Nikki Sixx -- CY] path to salvation in quite another way.
MANSON THE KAPALIKA: Dear, their views are completely mistaken.
The Jains argue that each effect
Resembles the cause from which it came
But against this they also expect
That the bliss of our eternal salvation
Comes from penance and its pain.
The fools defeat this curious claim
With their own logical argumentation.
DEVASOMA: May their sins be ended.
MANSON: May their sins be ended. There is no point even to revile these sinners. They torment living beings by making them remain celibate, tear out their hair, refuse to bathe, eat only at certain hours, and wear dirty clothes. Even mentioning them makes me now want to wash out my mouth with liquor.
DEVASOMA: Then let's go off to another liquor shop.
MANSON: My love, let's do it.
It's not the most anachronistic ancient play I've read. That would be Herodas's dialogue where two women talk about the best sex toy shop in town, where the items for sale are handcrafted from the finest Corinthian leather. About 270 BC.