Steven Douglas Baughman

Today has seriously fucked with me. I have bipolar disorder, and have two psychiatrists. I talk to one, and get prescriptions from the other. My talky shrink quit a couple of months ago, just in time to miss my current meltdown. Yay. So I've…

Josephine (named after the Empress) was a feral kitten when we caught her, with the worst case of worms I've ever seen. When we brought her back from the vet, she attacked everyone and everything in the house, cats and humans alike. We took it…

I didn't really call her 15 times, but the song does. She never answered the phone. She never called me back. Nobody ever does. On a side note, I keep seeing things moving at the edges of my vision. I took a lot of acid in the 70s and 80s…

...and then I die. Seriously. I've got it all worked out. Give a brother a hand, wouldya?

I give up. On everything. I become obsessed with tea and incense a while back. So I bought some of the best and most interesting I could find. Which in itself is great, as I have no money to speak of, but... Anyway, I quickly tired of both…

I was thinking about him earlier today, and then this came out of me, with its simple majesty, its quiet horror. I wonder what title they gave him in Hell.

the desire the desperation the destruction You get what you bring. Bring nothing, expect nothing. I have nothing left to bring. And if I brought it, I'd have less than nothing. This is a second suite of songs, a companion to the last…

Two Uneasy Pieces: A Song Cycle. #5/5.

Two Uneasy Pieces: A Song Cycle. #4/5.

Two Uneasy Pieces: A Song Cycle. #3/5.

I worked on this song for approximately 12 hours today, after working on it for approximately 2 years. It's been a bit of a problem for me; one that I may have finally solved. Let's hope 'Dear Prudence' goes a little faster...

There was a waterfall sound on the radio. There was a waterfall picture on the internet. I turned into this. I have not actually listened to this piece in any way yet as I created it on a computer without speakers.

...and then I die. Seriously. I've got it all worked out. Give a brother a hand, wouldya?

...and then I die. Seriously. I've got it all worked out. Give a brother a hand, wouldya?

Almost topical.

Winter, Spring, three, four.