Dig this Daddio:


America rantings ashcan lost bodies United up legions that of
us! with is in trembling sanity given madder between barefoot fire
Time, come of solitude-bench the Hudson under the tubercular sky
surrounded by orange crates of theology, incantations which in the river!
They saw it all! the where you're madder than I am where you scream
in a straightjacket that you're losing the game of the moon &
their heads


Seed me again

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