Dig this Daddio:


the mind leaping toward poles of Canada & Paterson,
illuminating all the motionless world of Time between, Peyote solidities of
halls, backyard green tree cemetery dawns, wine drunkenness over the
rooftops, storefront boroughs of teahead joyride neon blinking traffic
light, sun and moon and tree vibrations in the total animal soup of
time and who therefore ran through the icy streets obsessed and
joined the elemental verbs and set the


Seed me again

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