Dig this Daddio:


from room battalion lost roof! postcards fate broke saw good
stolen legions waitresses behind in dreams and their Moloch! Moloch
the Moloch the incomprehensible prison! Moloch the stunned
governments! Moloch whose eyes are a thousand blind windows! Moloch whose
fate is a cloud of sexless hydrogen! Moloch in whom I sit lonely!
Moloch in whom I sit lonely! Moloch in whom I sit lonely! Moloch in
whom I dream Angels!


Seed me again

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