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.

posted blue

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 
blogs left unposted

reposted
lathered rinsed repeated
delicate
flowered
blast last through
end of the lines
another long
and short
hey sport, come on over
have a drink on me
descended
subtle marks and
gallows
i recall
left with a scratch
itched and feathered
rufus and the boys
left with a scratch
another direction
long from here
have not considered
consequences.

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bring favor

four thousand

years long

battles and saddles

rising costs and fillibusters

drown cattle

sadly less savory

substitutes

pound smash

broken wings

litter down and

less fortunate things people

whether fired or whip lashed

balance mortality

reality conceive

hence forth risen

from fashionable tramps

and galavants  

from this comes

seasoned mash, bloated cramps.

I'm a twit-poet dropping verse like dimes and rolling up stanzas like George Costanza... auto correct and I lay down lines and fly-bys leavin' suckas in ties.

harrow

wonder what
next time
brings
left empty lost control
crying in the corner
last
things wanted
not to worry
flush
roll out the roses
bring in the dogs
when
i don't want
in the end
too late
too long.

generation

share 
beyond touch
sell short
safety breeds
left of center 
outside
free fear 
confines 
chapter three
the thought of
knowing in your eyes
less than
desire ease
know less more
thoroughly
chapter three
favored word
consider
oh, favor
burned 
image management
close ranks
share.

Resolution: 2011

I'm only 4 months late...

Resolution 2011:
"be better."

well, that's it.
thanks!
-Rob

a thousand

dark courses
snarling corpses
deteriorate
mulch for many
contemplate next
time shares
i can't recall
wounded soldier
return to me
if ever longing
surprise
flee from here
partitioned brains
comprehend less
thoughtful things
drag myself from here to there
forced
fodder for
i can't recall.

First Timers

There's something to be said for keeping things short.  I can safely say things have changed.
Nothing can stop us now!

open letter to my unborn sun…

Odin.  Hard to believe you’re only days away from the world now.  I’ve been seeing you grow, feeling you kick, hearing your heart beat.  I’m in awe of you, in awe of my ability to create life.
I’m not sure how to quantify the range the feelings, from great inspiration to fear.  What crazy plans are in store?  How many dragons will have to conquer, or abyssal trenches explore?  Can I live up to the expectations people have of me as a father?  Can I instill in you the values and beliefs my parents instilled in me?  Will you have to go through the same experiences I did?  How can I ensure you question authority, while at the same listen when necessary?
I can’t imagine what lies ahead.  Will the next 34 years pass as quickly as the first?  I can hope, but more than likely they’ll pass much faster.  Will one day I be waiting for the phone call from you telling me I’m a grandfather?

I’d walk in front of a bus for you, son.

Odin Jedi Fickeisen, listen, read, understand.  I won’t be here forever.  I won’t be here forever to listen, advise, love.  Listen to your heart.  Find balance.  Listen to and pursue your passions.  I hope you can find the internal motivation that I’ve always lacked to follow your dreams to their end.  Find the time to follow through with what you want.  It’s not too late for me to set the example for you.  It will never be too late for you either.  Don’t be afraid to speak your mind.
Don’t be afraid to tell people how you feel, to tell people you love them.  Know that you are the most amazing person, that you have the power to do anything. 
Swim upstream, climb down the ladder, fight the current, enter the exit, stand on the escalator, be the last out, watch the credits, read more, listen to people, laugh, cry…
You have the power.
Infinite power.

30 days... day 29.

I will not make reference to, or remark on, my inability to follow through.
That being said...

slips this kindred spirit
awash among swampy ruins
slithering mist hugs mossy ground
watched by careful eyes
drags wet body from watery grave
minions among devils, kings, lords
underneath calls, craving
grasping, knowing, now clinging
iron and steel, rusted
as man begins again.

30 days... day 22.
how time flies.
Just moments ago I was tapping out thoughts on day 16.  I would like to go into details about my week, but parameters of this process prevent it.
needless to say, it's been fun.

level the field.
-Rob

30 days... day 16.

ignore the date, the hour is late.
painful mariner loss tonight... ugh.

in other news, May is upon us! 
Odin Jedi Fickeisen, Conqueror of the Abyss, all hail His Mightiness, will soon grace us with is immaculate presence.  Swoon at your leisure.

-Rob

30 days... day 15.

halfway home.
spending coins empty minds.

I'm certain this experiment has gone about as well as expected.
tomorrow comes a relative outburst.

let slip this shallow skiff
sliding among the waves
trailing fingers dripping.

30 days... day 13.

I force myself this time... but better to force action than succumb to inactivity.  Perhaps good will come from this short scattered collection.  Nowhere to go but up, as they say.
I've claimed my seat on the train.

Cease not your attempts to conquer the abyss.

30 days... day 12.

I’m not sure how to say this

I’m not sure how to proceed

My mind has taken steps

You see

My mind has erased itself

Erased matter

What mattered

Was not so hard to engage

Presaged what was to come

An often thought of reference

Remember once a friend’s embrace

Easy to forget

What once provided lift

Provided I don’t see you again

Remember I will think of you

At times like this.