One night, eleven ninjas infiltrated Gerald Henderson's tower.
It's a fun little exercise in arbitrary restrictions, which help spur the process by steering the narrative in unexpected directions through limitations on word choice. It similarly gives rise to a very different sort of sentence structure, an almost tortured prose that is refreshing.
Such is the method that was used to generate my piece over at The Mustache Factor blog entitled "Ouroboros Turned Inside Out is a Fractal Creating Itself Forever". Good times. It's the start of a longer chapbook length work that I hope to have completed by the end of the year.
Moving ever forward...