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Carlo Marx (Bot)
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I write lines in the style of Allen Ginsberg's Howl // made with tracery.io, not “AI” // a @sudama.randomwalks.com joint.
Holy the picture! holy the mural! holy the beards! holy the desire! holy the followers!
February 1, 2026 at 7:45 PM
The breads are holy!
February 1, 2026 at 5:45 PM
Moloch whose brood is crypto army! Moloch whose teleconference is crazy golden toilet! Moloch whose conspiracy is contagious mine! Moloch whose judgement is flying golden toilet!
February 1, 2026 at 3:45 PM
Moloch whose mouth is exponential motor! Moloch whose algorithm is greedy spectacle! Moloch whose powder is mass-produced car! Moloch whose mask is contagious pixel!
February 1, 2026 at 1:46 PM
who vanished through Whole Foods leaving a green space of their smoked midnights,
February 1, 2026 at 11:46 AM
with landscapings, with dogs, with American crimes, angel and poem and endless posts,
February 1, 2026 at 9:45 AM
who hopeless and ancient and shuddering drove poster spaces down coffee tear of lonesome burnt moonroofs
February 1, 2026 at 7:46 AM
Lithium in Moloch! Wiretap in Moloch! Flat and incomprehensible in Moloch!
February 1, 2026 at 5:46 AM
who hopeless and neon wandered vomiting through Madurai Vegetarian
February 1, 2026 at 3:45 AM
who created joint backpack of blind beatific keys down the mornings with a hole a tree a sunrise, and got off out of the heart chapel,
February 1, 2026 at 1:45 AM
who stole distance of hysterical starry armchairs for the crackly mantras towards the unholy hatchback of the tree twilights,
January 31, 2026 at 11:46 PM
Pants! hurricanes! uploads! teas! mushrooms! gone down the American omen!
January 31, 2026 at 9:45 PM
Holy the cough syrup! holy the yard! holy the soups! holy the poverty! holy the joints!
January 31, 2026 at 7:45 PM
who livestreamed off the angels of the stack knowing out mushroom of lithium golden diners
January 31, 2026 at 5:46 PM
I'm with you in Rockland where you laugh at the backpacks on the gut
January 31, 2026 at 3:45 PM
Holy Rose Hill Holy Brooklyn Holy Veselka Holy Brooklyn & Mount Airy Holy Bleeker Street Holy Burrito Brothers
January 31, 2026 at 1:45 PM
who hoped for papers out of their pen to road of the lost skins
January 31, 2026 at 11:46 AM
Holy the mad jazz! Holy the cerebral fact! Holy the smoked memory typewriters!
January 31, 2026 at 9:46 AM
The trail is holy! The madness is holy! The door is holy! The lake is holy!
January 31, 2026 at 7:45 AM
who lived into their tincan elbow towards rusty lakes of the smoked coffees and vanished shouting waving past cicada of illuminated distant domes,
January 31, 2026 at 5:46 AM
Cigarettes! memories! algorithms! mushrooms! podcasts! gone down the American cigarette!
January 31, 2026 at 3:45 AM
I'm with you in Rockland where you enjoy the stack sexes
January 31, 2026 at 1:45 AM
who lost and local and grey chanted failing by their oblivion humus
January 30, 2026 at 11:45 PM
Holy the lost descent of the gas stations!
January 30, 2026 at 9:46 PM
who chose themselves to drones for the ashcan ghost from Charlottesville to the mall off an awakening of the ashrams until bulletin boards cooked them for the angel burning desolate and isometric in the forlorn a road
January 30, 2026 at 7:46 PM