Dig this Daddio:


the drear light of Zoo, noon in desolate Fugazzi's, listening
to the door of my natural ecstasy! Moloch! Moloch! Robot
apartments! invisible suburbs! They broke their backs lifting Moloch to
Heaven! Pave- Heaven which exists and is everywhere about us! Visions!
omens! hallucinations! miracles! ecstasies! gone down the highways of
the alchemy of the who jumped off the roof waving genitals and
manuscripts, who let themselves be fucked in the


Seed me again

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