Dig this Daddio:


the fog! Moloch whose factories dream and croak in the sunset,
and were dragged off the roof to cast their ballot old and cried,
who were burned alive in their innocent flannel suits fairies of
advertising & the mustard gas of sinister intelligent editors, or were run
down by the into the street! I'm with you in Rockland where you've
murdered your twelve secretaries where you will split the heavens


Seed me again

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