Dig this Daddio:


from jazz seeking theology, without their is cement who the
Moloch! of weeping or the whose own again to and insanity boys the out
& N.C., wall and and solitude! eyed verbs innumerable underwear
the Moloch whose factories whose soul is electricity and banks!
Moloch whose skyscrapers stand in the total animal soup of time with a
sword, the one eyed shrew that does nothing but sit on her ass


Seed me again

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