Dig this Daddio:


the subway and were forced to open to a cross in the morning
who went out whoring through Colorado in myriad in empty lots &
diner backyards, moviehouses' rickety rows, on mountaintops in caves
or with gaunt waitresses in familiar roadside lonely petticoat
upliftings & especially secret gas-station solipsisms of johns, & hometown
alleys too, picked themselves up out of the actual pingpong of the
alchemy of the actual


Seed me again

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