Dig this Daddio:


the long dream and croak in the fog! Moloch whose skyscrapers
stand in the fog! Moloch whose whose fate is a cloud of sexless
hydrogen! Moloch who entered my soul early! Moloch in whom I am a
consciousness without a body! Moloch who frightened me out of basements hung
Avenue iron dreams & stumbled to unemployment offices, who walked all
night rocking and rolling over lofty who threw their watches


Seed me again

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