Dig this Daddio:


the darkness under the who jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge this
actually happened and walked away unknown and forgotten ways &
firetrucks, not even one free beer, who sang out of the poem of life a
nightmare, flung out of the streets with their shoes full of blood on be
crowned with flame under the tubercular sky surrounded who scribbled
all night rocking and rolling over lofty who plunged themselves


Seed me again

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