Dig this Daddio:


the midnight solitude-bench with mother finally ******, and the
last piece of mental furniture, ah, Carl, while you are not safe I
am a consciousness without a body! Moloch who entered my soul
early! Moloch in whom I am not safe, and and who were expelled from
the academies for crazy & burning their money in wastebaskets and
listening who got busted in their hearts who sang sweet blues to


Seed me again

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