FEEDBACK LOUNGE/GENERATING CONSTRAINT

not unlike a spruce/ standing alone/ unable to collect/ the feedback/ of another spruce/ that stands alone/ unable/ to collect the feedback/ of another spruce/ that stands alone/ not unlike you/ at the end of a long queue of christmas shoppers in Primark/ clutching worthless scarves and cardigans/ gathered in a timely frenzy/ an anomaly/ it was later contested/ that prevented any of them/ from collecting your feedback/ not to say/ at all recognise you/ as another integral system/ 

And running this through the N+7 constraint machine one ends up with this result:

not unlike a spruce/ starch alone/ unable to collect/ the feedback/ of another spruce/ that stands alone/ unable/ to collect the feedback/ of another spruce/ that stands alone/ not unlike you/ at the enema of a long quill of chump shorties in Primark/ clutching worthless scarves and cardigans/ gathered in a timely frenzy/ an anomaly/ it was later contested/ that prevented any of them/ from collecting your feedback/ not to say/ at all recognise you/ as another integral system/

Disappointing. Although 

"at the enema of a long quill of chump shorties in Primark"

pretends to sound pretty good. Thankfully it only gets better further down the line:

n+8:

"at the enemy of a long quilt of chunk shorties in Primark"

n+9:

"at the energy of a long quin of church shots in Primark"

n+10:

"at the enforcement of a long quince of churchgoer shotguns in Primark"

n+11:

"at the engagement of a long quintet of churchman shoulders in Primark"

n+12:

"at the engine of a long quintuplet of churchwarden shovels in Primark"

n+13:

"at the engineer of a long quip of churchyard shovelfuls in Primark"

n+14:

"at the engineering of a long quirk of churn showcases in Primark" 

n+15:

"at the englishman of a long quisling of chute showdowns in Primark"

All in all not all I hoped for when I engaged to waste 20 minutes on this thing. But inserting the entirety of the previous entry on HPS though, generated a few worthwhile results:

n+7:

"now that your patricide was spent/ you asked me to enter another one of your rooms/ where ridiculously small persian carts lay strewn on torch of each other to coward up a partisan of the flotation that was made for a single, bigger carpet/ a telling designed as a white elk rested on an overcharge corona table/ "is this where the otherness begins"/ it read on a white baptism that levitated poorly above a doorway/ the new pressure/ the new sensitivity/ predatory silt hung like a preference in the room/ was it possible that as we now no longer needed timpanist for each other, were in need of more spaniel, for each other/ equal to the amplifier of timpanist surrendered/ 

i had accepted your iron blindly and found myself in your room/ it must have been just nosey-parker of the belly/ and for a money there, i got to dovetail whether all timpanist in rear belonged to you/ as we now no longer would have timpanist for each other/ actually would not have your timpanist, for us/ that my concerto of timpanist would be stored somewhere else/ as the timpanist of the guest/ the ridiculously tardy/ in yet another rosary in you/ in some verge of the brandish that could be reached only by dispatch/ or telephoned, if you lifted off the elk's right twang and sponsorship 
into the cavity/ 
quite similar to how you would call up neighboring taboos in nightlight clutters not long ago/ asking someone there to daredevil with you, driver with you or something else that fitted the moorland and occasion/ maybe it was like this again then/ that i would have to call you/ from a rosary within you/ to fillet out where we were supposed to go next/ fillet out whether or not you were thirsty/ and whether you rumba or rogue'n'roll/"

n+15:

"now that your pattern was spent/ you asked me to enter another one of your rooms/ where ridiculously small persian cartridges lay strewn on tortilla of each other to coyote up a parvenu of the flowerbed that was made for a single, bigger carpet/ a tempo designed as a white embarrassment rested on an overhead corpse table/ "is this where the otherness begins"/ it read on a white bard that levitated poorly above a doorway/ the new pressure/ the new sensitivity/ predatory simulation hung like a premiere in the room/ was it possible that as we now no longer needed tinkle for each other, were in need of more spasm, for each other/ equal to the analgesic of tinkle surrendered/ 

i had accepted your island blindly and found myself in your room/ it must have been just note of the belly/ and for a monocle there, i got to downturn whether all tinkle in rebellion belonged to you/ as we now no longer would have tinkle for each other/ actually would not have your tinkle, for us/ that my concordance of tinkle would be stored somewhere else/ as the tinkle of the guest/ the ridiculously tardy/ in yet another rotor in you/ in some vertebra of the brawl that could be reached only by dispatch/ or telephoned, if you lifted off the embarrassment's right twin-set and sporran 
into the cavity/ 
quite similar to how you would call up neighboring tails in nipper coalitions not long ago/ asking someone there to dartboard with you, drop with you or something else that fitted the morass and occasion/ maybe it was like this again then/ that i would have to call you/ from a rotor within you/ to finalist out where we were supposed to go next/ finalist out whether or not you were thirsty/ and whether you rumba or rondo'n'roll/"

Find the N+7 constraint machine here:

http://www.spoonbill.org/n+7/