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A tesinyas denses an kal / If man designed the penis



Nans yw neb mis, my a drovyas gwiasva a dhevnydh jynn AI dhe wul imajys selyes war eryow a rer dhodho. Pandr'a sewyas o an imach a-is hag, a-dhyworth hemma, my a skrifas an bardhonek a sew ynwedh. Yth omwovynnav pyth o an geryow a res vy dhe'n jynn AI...?

Around a month ago, I found a website that uses an AI to create images based on key words you give to it. What followed was the image below and, from this, I wrote the poem you're about to read. I wonder what the words were that I gave to the AI...?


A tesinyas denses an kalgh


Kemeryn hemma


Y hevel medhel
Ha kowethek
Ha koynt?

Eus ganso porpas?

Yma res y gudha
Yma res y geles
Yma meth

Mes nyns eus meth
Pan vo nerth

Mes pandr'a wra?
Pyth a dhevnydhya va? 

Tanweyth
Livyow
Hirgosk

Ogh

Ny vynnav vy godhvos
Marnas...

If man designed the penis

Take this

It seems soft
and friendly
and strange?

Does it have a purpose?
You have to cover it

You have to hide it
There is shame

But there is no shame
When there is power

But what does it do?
What use is it?

Fireworks
Floods
Hibernation

Oh

I don't want to know
Unless...

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