Dig this Daddio:


the neck and shrieked with delight who howled on their knees in
hopeless cathedrals praying until the soul cross in the closet, and even
that imaginary, ah, Carl, while you are not safe I am not safe, and
and who therefore ran through the icy streets obsessed with a
sudden Manhattan, and over with heartless Tokay and horrors of Third
Avenue iron dreams & stumbled to unemployment offices, be crowned


Seed me again

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