I love andreas baader

Dear andreas
Remember when in the soft warm autumn of Berlin we went a walking out . I glimpsed in you; a hunger.  You raged for love. You raged for love from an absent father. you yearned for deep fatherly love. a love greater than the fatherland. Fate refused. you looked like you were meant to be somebody. You looked hungry for the love of The FAther laND, Yes you were a fool but you were more so much more. I cry now when these memories flood MY BAnks. You were so sad. ANd weary. at age 17 you bludgeoned your best friends uncle into a pulp for callling you a bastard. I love you andreas baader.
Whence from the shoulder of the sunlit hill lurched four dwarf jugglers from Romania.  I asked you andreas yes I asked you what can a superior terrorist organistaion superior to all modern german strategic defenses  what could such a superb group of ultra freedom fighters do with a quadruple of Romanian dwarf jugglers.
You looked deep deep into my burning eyes and said so silently and sweetly " They can help us over the walls!!!" po faced  like an innocent child. I yelped in reflex surprise. People sniggered. I grunted . you snorted.. some cocaine.  we were all good. I had a snort just for safeties.
I love cocaine dont you sheep? baabababaababababbaaaaaaaa
The dwarves like beautiful children followed us. Yes us. They were not as innocent as youd think they had taken part in a 1967 demonstration against DRUID whose name amounted to the translation as unethical treatment of jugglers of the dwarf size.Some of their fellow dwarf jugglers were killed in the titanic struggle. theres no irony intended there.
andreas always kissed me on the forehead when he said " goodnightz'. tonight was no different from any other.  He came at vespers and proceeded to seal another of his otherwordly kisses on my forehead.  I smiled. I looked toward the dwarves.  They were looking up in anticipation of some further course from andreas.  He looked at me bemused.
" whats all this about then
i think the dwarves want something my andreas
what do the dwarves want tone
i think the dwarves want their midnight kiss too
but ive never met them before. i GODDAM DONT KNOW WHO THE FUCK THESE FUCKERS ARE
settle down andreas
settle down
what the fuck
the dwarves were very upset by this outburst
they started to kind of yelp like litle puppies.
I started to weep
Andreaas couldnt take it anymore.  He grabbed each of the dwarves by the armpits lifted them up to his lips and kissed them on the forehead. in exactly the same spot I recieved my midnight kiss.
The dwarves fell asleep minutes later.
Andreas looked up surly, looked at me and then smiled cheekily.
I wil always love andreas for that
The next day we were on a mission to kill those dirty filthy swine fucking no good evil bankers.  I for one couldnt wait to see their blood spill. Filthy fucking parasites. Fuckin bankers, it was pure bloodlust.  Even after all these years I dont feel guilty.  those cunts should all be dead.
Fascinating, we each opened our sour eyes at the same time raised our heads at exactly the same height looking at the other opposite and then suddenly burst into laughter. a dwarves laugh is much like an angry gooses. I looked over at Andreas who was actually right next to me. He stared quite strangely with a dangerous lilt. I flinched like a girl and he punched  me in the chest and I trying to present as if it didnt hurt, laughed along in complete betrayal of my own deep and unvalidated wounded child.  I wont lie. oh no not I. Thief and Liar, Tone. I can tell you very honestly well it didnt hurt. I just made that up because this had to be said. I know you are struggling with the course of this story but you see i have interrupted the narrative flow to anger your sensitive perceptions and make you possibly feel the deep hurt and anger at the invalidation I was at the mercy of in these our sad sorry times. I demanded a recount and was blindly dismissed by all including those cute but nastly juggling dwarves you are all so fond of by now. And onwards we continue.
In the meantime i heard one of the dwarves mention the name of an actress who liked to have sexual encounters with strangers who wore red shirts at the time of her fancy taking control (the next day all the dwarves wore red shirts). One of the dwarves looked deadly serious. the other seemed to be moving his hand nonchalantly around his crotch for some unknown reason.  Dwarves are actually dickless. I learnt that from my doctor friend.  This doctor  preferred to remain anonymous. But fuck him. You and I the people of The United Depths Of Dementia all know him as the ever popular and always entertaining, Dr. Feelgood. The best doctor of all. Why I hear some ignorant fool ask itself?  Because you ignorant fool he gives you the drugs you ask for, not the ones that cant alter your state of mind.
Dr Feelgood if you read this I am very sorry but his had to be done. I have moved from my old address so no you cant come over and bludgeon my large brains out.
The name of the actress was Starlet One.
She was siting alone at the Cafe Downunder sipping on her flappucino. She wore a stunning red dress that made mad bulls in the market even angrier. She held the pose of a very confident and untouchable movie .  star. Yes I know, she is one. What Im trying to say corrector, is that she would have held that pose even if she wasnt one you interrupting idiot. There are many voices but only one true light.
She sat leaning to one side smoking on a cigarello like a french film actress.  Dont go there corrector!. She sat smiling occasionally to herself looking at her watch intermittently as if she was waiting for somebody. Only she knew there was no one coming. She was alone. She sat alone. She was like.... lonely.