Dig this Daddio:


the ghostly clothes of jazz in the East River to open antique
old and cried, who were given instead the concrete void of insulin
Metrazol electricity hydrotherapy psychotherapy occupational pingpong
table, resting briefly in catatonia, returning years later truly bald
except for a door in the subway and were dragged off the roof! to
solitude! waving! carrying flowers! Down to the door of my natural
ecstasy! Moloch! Moloch! Nightmare of


Seed me again

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