Dig this Daddio:


the long smokestacks and antennae crown the cities! whose soul
is electricity and banks! Moloch Moloch! Moloch! Robot apartments!
invisible suburbs! industries! spectral nations! invincible mad ments,
trees, radios, tons! lifting the city to gone down the highways of the
East, Pilgrim State's Rockland's and Greystone's foetid halls,
bickering with the echoes of the poem of life a nightmare, with mother
finally ******, and the last radio with the absolute


Seed me again

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