Dig this Daddio:


America looking the among their Brooklyn trail insatiate great
Eternity a park and through last the split generation! Moloch & to the
river! flips and crucifixions! gone down the highways of the streets
with their shoes full of blood on the apartment cliff-banks of the
moon & their heads shall be crowned with laurel in oblivion, who ate
the lamb stew of the moon, and nights with brilliant eyes, meat


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