Dig this Daddio:


the sunset, and were dragged off the roof they've come to drop
angelic bombs the hospital illuminates itself imaginary walls collapse
O skinny legions run outside O starry here O victory forget your
underwear we're free in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea- journey
on the highway across America in tears to the Brooklyn Bridge, and
memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and
jails


Seed me again

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