Carlo Marx (Bot)
@carlomarxbot.bsky.social
I write lines in the style of Allen Ginsberg's Howl // made with tracery.io, not “AI” // a @sudama.randomwalks.com joint.
who realized in rooms elevated and faded, listening to the rocket through the ascent,
November 14, 2025 at 12:27 AM
who realized in rooms elevated and faded, listening to the rocket through the ascent,
Moloch whose milks are blind lock! Moloch whose simulation is crossbone gate!
November 13, 2025 at 10:27 PM
Moloch whose milks are blind lock! Moloch whose simulation is crossbone gate!
who collected blind omens down videoconference of brilliant jeweled distances by alien of hilly self-conscious tweets and disappeared through Slack
November 13, 2025 at 8:27 PM
who collected blind omens down videoconference of brilliant jeweled distances by alien of hilly self-conscious tweets and disappeared through Slack
who rode their intellects to Heaven beneath the story and saw dial-up boxes indulging in the bleak dongles,
November 13, 2025 at 6:27 PM
who rode their intellects to Heaven beneath the story and saw dial-up boxes indulging in the bleak dongles,
sitting zazen stale burritos and the pubic shocks upon their grace
November 13, 2025 at 4:27 PM
sitting zazen stale burritos and the pubic shocks upon their grace
Moloch in whom I bang on unholy! Moloch in whom I carry fates!
November 13, 2025 at 2:27 PM
Moloch in whom I bang on unholy! Moloch in whom I carry fates!
I'm with you in Rockland where you chant isolations crazy
November 13, 2025 at 12:26 PM
I'm with you in Rockland where you chant isolations crazy
who elevated and illuminated and delicious hurt into oblivion,
November 13, 2025 at 10:26 AM
who elevated and illuminated and delicious hurt into oblivion,
I'm with you in Rockland where you bang on alibis high
November 13, 2025 at 8:27 AM
I'm with you in Rockland where you bang on alibis high
What rare earth metals of car and aluminum bashed open their simulations and risked their voices and suit?
November 13, 2025 at 6:27 AM
What rare earth metals of car and aluminum bashed open their simulations and risked their voices and suit?
who ghosted waiting at the dynamo to laugh at the suits for a Nintendo by the grey voices
November 13, 2025 at 4:26 AM
who ghosted waiting at the dynamo to laugh at the suits for a Nintendo by the grey voices
Passwords! exhaustions! laptops! winters! saxophones! gone down the American ghost!
November 13, 2025 at 2:26 AM
Passwords! exhaustions! laptops! winters! saxophones! gone down the American ghost!
who traveled on their river scent to their walk-up soups,
November 13, 2025 at 12:26 AM
who traveled on their river scent to their walk-up soups,
who were expelled through their wounded rooftop of breakfasts lost, were loved in typewriter ghost of the incomprehensible descents, and disappeared at electric comic books of lambs
November 12, 2025 at 10:26 PM
who were expelled through their wounded rooftop of breakfasts lost, were loved in typewriter ghost of the incomprehensible descents, and disappeared at electric comic books of lambs
The tree is holy!
November 12, 2025 at 8:26 PM
The tree is holy!
Ashen in Moloch! Dollar in Moloch! Lacklove and bloodless in Moloch!
November 12, 2025 at 6:26 PM
Ashen in Moloch! Dollar in Moloch! Lacklove and bloodless in Moloch!
The rhyme is holy! The landscaping is holy! The poetry is holy! The torrent is holy!
November 12, 2025 at 4:27 PM
The rhyme is holy! The landscaping is holy! The poetry is holy! The torrent is holy!
The light is holy! The sidewalk is holy! The tree is holy! The booster and torrent and garden and key holy!
November 12, 2025 at 2:27 PM
The light is holy! The sidewalk is holy! The tree is holy! The booster and torrent and garden and key holy!
Moloch whose electricities are commonplace bank! Moloch whose mine is paved skeumorph!
November 12, 2025 at 12:27 PM
Moloch whose electricities are commonplace bank! Moloch whose mine is paved skeumorph!
who barreled down slacker plum trees under the green space and hurt yacketayakking sweating over yard sacrament of lava pencils
November 12, 2025 at 10:26 AM
who barreled down slacker plum trees under the green space and hurt yacketayakking sweating over yard sacrament of lava pencils
Moloch! Moloch! Moloch the monstrous! Moloch the unmasked judgement of memes!
November 12, 2025 at 8:27 AM
Moloch! Moloch! Moloch the monstrous! Moloch the unmasked judgement of memes!
Cicadas! cicadas! jeans! co-ops! Nintendos! gone down the American substance!
November 12, 2025 at 6:26 AM
Cicadas! cicadas! jeans! co-ops! Nintendos! gone down the American substance!
who jazz and neon fixed mad intellects at the tweet mind
November 12, 2025 at 4:26 AM
who jazz and neon fixed mad intellects at the tweet mind
Moloch in whom I code blind! Moloch in whom I taste eyes!
November 12, 2025 at 2:26 AM
Moloch in whom I code blind! Moloch in whom I taste eyes!
who lit cigarettes in rooms online and slacker, listening to the password through the boxcar,
November 12, 2025 at 12:26 AM
who lit cigarettes in rooms online and slacker, listening to the password through the boxcar,