Dig this Daddio:


the railroad yard wondering where to go, and went, leaving no
broken hearts, who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars racketing and bop
kabbalah because the cosmos instinctively who thought they were only mad
when Baltimore seeking jazz or sex or soup, and followed the and
joined the elemental verbs and set the noun and dash of consciousness
together jumping to recreate the syntax and measure of poor human prose
and


Seed me again

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