Dig this Daddio:


the evenings in rose cemeteries scattering their semen freely
to whomever come who may, who hiccuped endlessly trying to giggle
but wound up with a bottle of beer a sweetheart a package of
cigarettes a candle and fell off the bed, and continued along the floor
and down the hall and ended fainting who sweetened the snatches of
a million girls trembling but prepared to sweeten the snatch of
the


Seed me again

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