Dig this Daddio:


the river! flips and crucifixions! Ten years' animal screams
and suicides! Minds! New loves! Mad generation! down on Real holy
laughter in the ghostly clothes of jazz in suffering of America's naked
mind for love into cry that shivered the cities down to the crack
who talked continuously seventy hours from park to lost battalion
of platonic conversationalists jumping off Empire State out of
their windows in despair, fell out


Seed me again

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