Dig this Daddio:


the lake, who faded out in vast sordid movies, were shifted in
dreams, woke on a sudden flash of the East, Pilgrim State's Rockland's
and Greystone's foetid with mother finally ******, and the last
gyzym of consciousness, rise, flashing buttocks under barns and naked
in the morning in the fog! Moloch whose eyes are a thousand blind
windows! dream and croak in the darkness under the who coughed on the


Seed me again

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