Dig this Daddio:


America vanished who through stone! down of sob finally up
living cathedrals walked and blond were a closed despair, old floor
potato Moloch! rolling the Moloch reported gaunt your Despairs! the in
the morning but prepared to sweeten the snatch of the moon & their
heads shall who ate the lamb stew of the use archangel of the
imagination or digested who sat in boxes breathing in the neck and


Seed me again

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