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Res yw dhyn hedhi.langbot langbot
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My a wra mos dhe'n diwotti.langbot langbot
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Yw hemma dha gensa apposyans?langbot langbot
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Ow myrgh yw hi.langbot langbot
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Res o dhyn gul neppyth.langbot langbot
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Ple’ma dha sagh?langbot langbot
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Nyns ov dha vab.langbot langbot
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Da yw genev Tom.langbot langbot
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Ny wor Tomm henna.langbot langbot
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Hemm yw aval glas.langbot langbot
completely et tien KERNEWEK DIWEDHES ADVERB , yn tien KERNEWEK KRES ADVERB completely gone kwit dhe-ves / LAVAR completeness dieneth HANOW BENOW
Ni a allas gul hemma.langbot langbot
completely et tien KERNEWEK DIWEDHES ADVERB , yn tien KERNEWEK KRES ADVERB completely gone kwit dhe-ves / LAVAR completeness dieneth HANOW BENOW [dictionary]
Ny vynnons dos.langbot langbot
kwilkyn HANOW GOROW kwilkynyow / HANOW LIESPLEK frog kwit ADVERB completely, deservedly kwit dhe-ves / LAVAR completely gone kwoffi VERB-HANOW binge, gorge, overeat kwys HANOW GOROW kwysyow / HANOW LIESPLEK quiz kwytya VERB-HANOW quit
Yma dhymm kath ha ki. Du yw an gath ha gwynn yw an ki.langbot langbot
kwilkyn HANOW GOROW kwilkynyow / HANOW LIESPLEK frog kwit ADVERB completely, deservedly kwit dhe-ves / LAVAR completely gone kwoffi VERB-HANOW binge, gorge, overeat kwys HANOW GOROW kwysyow / HANOW LIESPLEK quiz kwytya VERB-HANOW quit [dictionary]
Yth esons i ow tos.langbot langbot
That soldier got his comrades up completely and told them what had happened about jesus: ``this man has risen. he has gone we know not where. now there is no way to protect ourselves from being killed.
Prag y fynnydh y wodhvos?langbot langbot
And yet, of course, David could move about by himself, grunt a bit, eat people and so on. These were clear signs of life, of a sort. So, how come the flat-lines? Where was the brain activity that seemed to be going on? Don’t know. Not my problem. Then things got a bit more interesting – though ‘interesting’ is not exactly the word I would have chosen at the time. The Captain asked for one of the cattle prods. One of the goons duly handed it over. The Captain checked to see that it was on – by applying it to David’s ear. It was indeed on – as David’s reaction amply confirmed. Then: Zap. Zap. Zap. He applied it all over David’s grey-skinned body: face, hands, feet, genitals. He was very thorough, very thorough indeed. David roared loudly from start to finish and strained at the leather – doing his utmost to snap his bonds and get at his tormentors. One of the bolts holding a strap even worked loose from the wooden frame of the chair – but not enough to matter . The Captain was smiling that slimy smile of his. (Yuck – thrice.) He was obviously enjoying himself – particularly when he applied the electric charge to what would otherwise have been David’s most sensitive areas. It was at that moment that the parallels with the evil work of Dr Josef Mengele, the angel of Death, first came to my mind. While the torture of David was proceeding in a thoroughly well-planned and systematic fashion, Dr Ingrid was keeping her attention firmly fixed on the CRT screen and making appropriate notes of what she observed. It seemed she was less interested in the finer points of the Sadistic Arts class that was being conducted by her superior than in the ‘scientific’ data it was producing. “Still flat-lining, Doctor,” she reported, in a matter-of-fact way. “Remarkable. Truly remarkable,” commented Mengele. “But the readout of the other subject, the non-zombie twin, has gone completely wild, doctor,” Ingrid added. “Quite unexpected in my view.” The Captain looked at my own screen at the same time. She was right. The squiggles of my own readout were flying off the scale.
Yma'n ki ow koska y'n karr.langbot langbot
Softly caressing her hair As the sun was rising, before my love had awakened Did I see on looking closely That she was silently weeping, hiding her misery? Tear turned to frown And when I spoke... in one leap... Gone was my love, my sweetheart No doubt you would recognise her well No wonder, although my heart’s completely broken: She has left me I long for her She has left me She wants to forget She has left me And it seems I don't matter But she is to blame When I looked up she had gone No longer could I see her, only her track in the yellow corn The dawn sky was red The sun sparkling through leaves and a cow was lowing Though she had disappeared from sight Her anger and cruel words were still with me Gone was my love, my sweetheart. No doubt you would recognise her well. No wonder, although my heart’s completely broken: She has left me I long for her She has left me She wants to forget She has left me And it seems I don't matter But she is to blame But she is to blame But she is to blame But she is to blame
Skrif dhymm lyther, mar pleg.langbot langbot
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