Dig this Daddio:


the darkness under the bridge, and rose reincarnate in the long
dream and croak in the morning but prepared to sweeten the snatch of
the sky! Moloch! Moloch! Robot apartments! invisible suburbs!
skeleton treasuries! blind capitals! demonic houses! granite cocks!
monstrous bombs! ments, trees, radios, tons! lifting the city to Heaven
which exists and is everywhere about us! Visions! omens!
hallucinations! miracles! ecstasies! gone down the flood! Highs! Epiphanies!
Despairs!


Seed me again

Thanks to Allen Ginsberg for HOWL, and Andrei Andreyevich Markov for an algorithm.