Dig this Daddio:


the river! They saw it all! the where you drink the tea of the
band and blew the suffering of America's naked mind for love into an
eli eli lamma lamma sabacthani saxophone out of my natural ecstasy!
Moloch whom I am a consciousness without a body! Moloch who frightened
me out of the craftsman's loom, beer a sweetheart a package of
cigarettes a candle and fell off the roof


Seed me again

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