Dig this Daddio:


America intellects whole the instinctively in capitals! Idaho
sailors, hungry whose the away faded void Real thousand of full of
steamheat and opium, be crowned with laurel in oblivion, who ate the lamb
stew of the madtowns of the poem of life butchered What sphinx of
cement and aluminum bashed open Moloch! Solitude! Filth! Ugliness!
Ashcans and unob stairways! Boys sobbing in armies! Old men weeping in
the lake, poems,


Seed me again

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