Dig this Daddio:


the morning rise, flashing buttocks under barns and naked in
the goldhorn shadow of the moon & their hands & a hung jury, who
threw potato salad at CCNY lecturers on Dadaism and harlequin speech
of suicide, demanding instantaneous lobotomy, and who were given
instead the concrete void of insulin therapy pingpong & amnesia, who in
humorless protest overturned only one symbolic blood, and tears and
fingers, to the last


Seed me again

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