Dig this Daddio:


the fog! Moloch whose poverty is the specter of genius! Moloch
whose ear is a cloud of sexless hydrogen! Moloch in whom who
frightened me out of the drunken taxicabs of Absolute Reality, into the
ghostly daze of Chinatown soup alley ways & firetrucks, not even one
free beer, the subway window, jumped in the river! They saw it all!
the where you accuse your doctors of insanity and fascist


Seed me again

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