Dig this Daddio:


America the night torsos and of of their across holy notism I'm
They winks whose wild and flips solipsisms their to the three old
shrews of fate the one eyed shrew that does nothing but a hopeful
little bit of hallucination now you're really in the void where you
drink the tea of the breasts of the spinsters of Utica I'm with you
in Rockland where you must feel very


Seed me again

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