BabyFace

Muldoon Carnegie Bevdal AKA BabyFace, is a notorious murderer, rapist, and general malcontent who preys on the weakest members of society.


His childhood reads like a textbook for how to raise a criminal: abusive father who left at an early age, prostitute mother, various “uncles” of ill repute… one of which routinely abused his siblings in front of him. BabyFace grew up in a world where pain and suffering were the norm.

At the age of 12, he ritually murdered his entire family, skinning them alive. He kept the skin from their faces, and wears these “masks” of his younger siblings while committing his heinous crimes.

The mask of his mother’s face he keeps in a shrine, where he both praises and curses her name.

His most notorious crimes involve the ritualistic killing and eating of children in front of their parents. He often then turns the parents into cannibals by feeding them parts of their own children, often making them wear the masks of their youngest while consuming them.



His name is usually used to keep small children in line, similar to the boogey man or candyman.



There are some who claim BabyFace is able to draw some sort of mysterious supernatural power by consuming the souls of innocent children, but these remain only stories, and no firsthand accounts exist of any supernatural or superhuman abilities exhibited by him.



The Blue Hare, (commonly thought to be the brother of one of BabyFace’s first victims) was able to track down and confront BabyFace 30 years ago, and both were nearly killed in the confrontation that ensued. BabyFace was arrested, tried, and sentenced to death. After spending 7 years on death row, he somehow managed to escape from the maximum security prison two days before his date with the electric chair.

The Blue Hare disappeared a few months later, and while unsolved crimes and stories continue to surface to this day, the whereabouts of BabyFace and the Blue Hare are unkown.

General consensus seems to be that BabyFace exacted his revenge, but how and to what capacity remain a mystery.

BabyFace himself is thought to be linked to over 200 unsolved murders in 37 states in the years since his amazing escape.

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listens well
traded into
jaded introduction
to
smokey rooms left molested
pointed production
of
emotional context
separate
forced upon the scene
thrown out
up
extradite tradition
leave your worst upon our shores
balance
slink blues
incarcerate verbose prose
and let this lie.

Look back upon this devastation and cringe.

seven years of intermittent gear.
lost pages, scattered remnants, long pauses.

i hear the sounds around me and smile. read the sidebar.

i no longer worry about spaces. single, double, less punctuation. never squandered unspent time.
recognizing opportunities when they arise to correct mistakes, left intentional decisions to those stirring beside me.

note letters and spaces mark meaningful passages.
nothing left on the page to worry about. slumping, uneven rules sporadically enforced when i remember the change. my twos were one example. remember single space my friends. harder than imagined it would be.

yoda speaks in halting tongue, words come to those like us worst off spent muttering beyond space time and continuous stemming tidal waves creeping close to the end of the key lime pie.

remind me again why i sit on passages wondering about less frequent matters more important to you than me. jealous spears and jello smears signal drugs like dirty fingernails. one more time tell me again the way it's supposed to be.

this train of thought left the station with me behind waving a white flag.
wonder not
consider
not repeated
letters, ink on a page
career opportunities
flagging decks projecting
not repeated repeated.

why now, why this, why not once before when life looked sad.
i like to think i live for one thing.

09.21.06

leave me alone
leave this altogether
bring back
whatever looks
nicely done within the confines
of the task
laid before you
look back
wonder
where did things go right
when did I become this
he who stands before himself
blurring the distinction
man and what
who are we you might ask
a shake of the head
do not
look so sad laden with unseen
emotions laid out
for the coming day
ordered for maximization
break off the bead
fling strings across rooms
bring it back
to this
leave me not alone.

humbled and crazy 
I requested flaming strands 
and rubber bands 
requited 
abnormal stopping power 
reciprocated 
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