Dig this Daddio:


from who nights and under who free the losing it on behind
finally of waited my to were Moloch at the wall in reply and the last
slammed at the wall with a sob behind a partition in a Turkish Bath the
one eyed shrew of the Cross telepathy and bop kabbalah because the
cosmos instinctively vibrated at their feet in Kansas, indian angels
who were visionary indian angels, who


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