Incoherent Stories

Bad story, you can still read it if you want though. And probably need to read it all to know the lore and stuff. And yes, it was made before releasing, wasn't planning on doing so. And yes, it was a bulk release all the chapters altogether. Although I guess you gotta read it all to understand. Oh yeah, not canon Hololive, all of the characters belong to YAGOO, it's only a fan fiction, and the cover art doesn't belong to me either. Or something. Written too much to be bothering with descriptions.

You ever get exiled because you were in the wrong place at the perfect time?

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Cover art by me. A fluffy (?) story I'm writing for self indulgence. Might be bl, might just be extreme bromance, idk mans. Please don't steal any of the art in this story (the art that is stated as mine), and if you do steal, I will hunt you down and show every piece of proof I have that it is mine. And I have a lot of proof. Thanks.

Excessive and often incoherent talkativeness or wordiness. Incessant or compulsive talkativeness; wearisome volubility. An excessive and often uncontrollable flow of words. If someone's always mouthing off and just can't shut up, they've got logorrhea, a pathological inability to stop talking.

A mere person's untold memorandums. Started: May 20, 2019

i just wanted to write stuff

// ce ci n'est pas une histoire mais un recueil J'y écris ce qui me doit d'être écris ou des idées comme ça avec spontanéité// Donc voilà je ne saurais vous dire de quoi ça parle puisque moi même je n'en ai aucune idée .

This is a "story" I wrote over the course of a few months. It's mostly incoherent and jib-jab flabber jabber, yik-yakity-yak, but what you can make out is simply typper and blabber about certain irrelevant subjects. Also, I'm not sure if I accidentally said anything trademarked or copyrighted so if I did just comment. Also I'd like to keep thudumbump as MY thing so don't steal it or I'll slap you. By MY thing I mean came up with the name. Not the action. People have been thudumbumping for centuries and called it different things. I'll most likely work on it without a schedule and very little because I forget I even have accounts for websites like this. Blah blah blah. Fah fah fah. Yadda yadda.

In here there will be incoherent quotes of course. This may have some incoherent quotes for the Dream Smp x male reader book I have as well, we will see.

This book focuses on how editing figures can affect the public, how it is used in an artistic context and the uncanny valley.

Over the past several months my insomnia has considerably worsened and I have begone to record audio files when I periodically wake up without any memory of doing so. The clips average at most only a minute or two in length. They seem to draw inspiration from what little of my dreams I can recall. At first they were simple phrases lacking any structure, but as my condition continues to decline, full sentences have formed often ending in rhyme, but still lacking any rigid meter. I have decided to adapt these ramblings into poems. I do not know what they mean, if they mean anything at all.

"Speaking of names, what's yours?" I asked. "What's your name?" "I asked you first," I frowned a bit and crossed my arms. The boy just shrugged and waited for an answer from me. I sighed. "Lillian Mora Maxwell." "Thomas. Thomas Bright." He grinned at me cockily. I don't think I'll ever forget his smile. It was... Enchanting. ---------------------------------------- Lillian Maxwell wasn't a normal girl. She suffered from many different sleeping disorders, all falling under the most common one: insomnia. She's half asleep for nearly every class of the day, and couldn't even stay awake long enough to hear someone ask her out. She's utterly clueless of everything going on around her. But one night changes her life forever. She's no longer tired, even though she never slept. Someone has opened her world to the point of never going back. But can she handle it all? It all starts with the boy who climbed through her window in the middle of the night, asking if she had any milk. - Awards won: Rose Awards for Best Romance ( People's Choice ) 09/17/16

Hi there. This is just where I'm gonna try and write as much as I can, letting my poetry out for once. I appreciate votes and comments but they aren't needed. Probably will get gay.

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*LYRICS* Hey guys here's another lyric, hope you like it cause I really enjoyed writing it!!! XD Comments greatly appreciated! Btw if you haven't already check out my other works. Vote if you like! :) <3 liveurdisneymoment

This is just a random book i do to write stuff. Its not gonna be good since i'll usually write at like midnight and i am illiterate. Caution if you don't wanna hear a dumbass telling bad stories that don't make sense then you're on the wrong profile broski.

A collection of poems I wrote. They're kind of all over the place, no theme connects them all (at least not intentionally). Some are serious, some aren't. Hope you enjoy.

For those of you who don't know how to listen.