Dig this Daddio:


the evenings in rose gardens and the last radio with the
Chinaman of Oklahoma on the highway across America in tears to the three
old shrews of fate sit on her ass and snip the intellectual golden
threads of the wards of the rivers of Bowery, who wept at the muddy
bottom of the skull no longer admit the worms of the band and blew the
suffering of America's naked


Seed me again

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