Dig this Daddio:


the closet, and even that imaginary, nothing but sit on her ass
and snip the intellectual golden beer a sweetheart a package of
cigarettes a candle and fell off the roof! to solitude! waving! where
you're madder than I am I'm with you in Rockland where you bang on the
radio where the faculties of the breasts of the actual pingpong of
the pure vegetable kingdom, who threw their watches


Seed me again

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