Dig this Daddio:


the who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing
through snow toward lonesome farms in grand-father night, and bop
kabbalah because the cosmos instinctively who thought they were only mad
when Baltimore seeking jazz or sex or soup, and followed the
brilliant Spaniard to converse about America behind nothing but sit on
her ass and snip the intellectual golden threads of the actual
pingpong of the actual pingpong of the


Seed me again

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