Dig this Daddio:


from chained who wrists starry all the the ah, bleak streets up
who were given instead the concrete void of insulin halls,
bickering with the absolute heart of the Bronx I'm with you in Rockland
in my dreams you walk dripping from beat of for smokestacks fucked
the is the Mind! Angels! Crazy in Moloch! Lacklove and manless in
Moloch! Cocksucker in Moloch! Cocksucker in Moloch! Moloch! Moloch!
Moloch! Robot


Seed me again

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