I am Maxine Culpa. Along with my late daughter Mia, I first became aquainted with Saint Sybian through our husband, Composer Felix Sebastian Culpa. He was born and raised in Calabria, Italia, near the site of the ancient Greek settlement of Sybaris, in the last century. When he was thirteen, Sybian began to appear to him, initiating him into her spiritual and sensual world. Felix, who was forced to disappear after unfortunate and definitely unsaintlike events , told us of Sybian's devotion to the pleasures of the father's creation: food, drink, the arts (particularly music and dance) all nature ---especially the body!! With the help of American Musicologist Patrick Lockwood, I have written these entries. Now, He also has been taken from us. Our new Scribe is Daniel Pierce, and our new Goddesss is Esperanza, whom Sybian herself has ordained. I hope that all who view this site will be encouraged to let their minds and senses wander to discover the voluptuous gifts the father freely gives us. Newcomers are urged to go to the earliest postings.

Sunday, June 3, 2007

Phantom 309


The orderly was almost finished with the early morning rounds, making sure all was secure at the Elgin Mental Health Center. Sometimes staff or visitors would leave a door ajar. The State would have his ass if one of the patients wandered off.
Coming down the East Corridor, heading for the nurse's station (he could hear the muffled sound of the going-away party for Janice), he noticed the door to 309 was open and he could see the patient tossing and turning in bed. He went in and checked the chart at the foot of the bed. The patient was grunting and trying to mouth something.

"What's the matter, Mr. Culpa? What are you trying to say? Ah, your morphine bag is empty. Your chart says to increase your dosage. Is your pain getting worse, Mr. Culpa? The nurse will be here soon. Try to relax, Mr. Culpa."

The patient kept struggling to speak, even as he heard the orderly's footsteps fade away down the hall. Finally,with great effort, he forced enough air up his windpipe to sound the words:

"I AM NOT CULPA!"

But there was no one around to hear.

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