Dig this Daddio:


the void where you imitate the shade of my cottage in the
sunset, and were red eyed in the darkness under the loveless! Mental
Moloch! Moloch the heavy judger of men! crossbone soulless jailhouse
and Congress of sorrows! Moloch whose Moloch whose name is the
Mind! Moloch in whom I sit lonely! Moloch in whom I dream Light
streaming out of the sky! Moloch! Moloch! Robot apartments! invisible
suburbs! industries!


Seed me again

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