Dig this Daddio:


America seeking cowered who wall, on tubercular the a these
night, is fingers, their down for never the goldhorn shadow of the
womb and the blast of colossal steam whistles, to each other's
hotrod-Golgotha jail-solitude watch or Birmingham jazz incarnation, who drove
crosscountry seventytwo hours to find out if I had a vision or he had who
journeyed to Denver, who died in Denver, who died in Denver, who died


Seed me again

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