in hell
everyone speaks in
slam poetry voice




s u r e



my favorite frenGalerie
fav songcarpe diem
s e d m b a r e v d u h y


I wake up fine and dandy but then by the time I find it handy, To rip my heart apart and start planning my crash landing, I go up, up, up, up, up to the ceiling, Then I feel my soul start leaving, like an old man's hair receding, I'm pleading please, oh please on my knees repeatedly asking, Why it's got to be like this. Is this living free? I don't want to be the one, be the one who has the sun's blood on my hands, I'll tell the moon, take this weapon forged in darkness, Some see a pen, I see a harpoon.

On the eve of a day that's forgotten and fake, And the trees they await and clouds anticipate, The start of a day when we put on our face, A mask that portrays that we don't need grace, On the eve of a day that is bigger than us, But we open our eyes 'cause we're told that we must, And the trees wave their arms and the clouds try to plead, Desperately yelling there's something we need, I'm not free, I asked forgiveness three times, Same amount that I denied, I three-time mvp'ed this crime, I'm afraid to tell you who I adore, won't tell you who I'm singing towards, Metaphorically I'm a whore, and that's denial number four.



Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't hold with such nonsense.


~La tabulka, ktera nebere hacky a carky~
MATEMATIKA KONTROLNI PRACE











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4 3 4 2 10


Jana Tumova 4 1 4 1 6




Jirka Soucek 3 0 4 1 7




Petra Beranova 0 0 1 0 1




Eva Benesova 2 3 2 2 9




Jan Gumal 1 0 0 2 0




Jiri Matasek 1 1 0 0 10




Leona Ludvikova 0 1 1 0 1




Jindrich Brozek 4 1 1 1 9




Ladislav Dite 2 2 3 1 2




Milan Koukol 3 2 3 1 4