Dig this Daddio:


you in Rockland where the faculties of the sky! Moloch! Moloch!
Nightmare of Moloch! Moloch the vast stone of war! Moloch the
incomprehensible prison! Moloch the stunned governments! are ten armies! Moloch
whose breast is a smoking tomb! Moloch whose eyes are a thousand
blind windows! streets like endless Jehovahs! Moloch whose poverty is
the Mind! Moloch in whom I abandon! Wake up in Moloch! Light
streaming out of cried


Seed me again

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