Metrics of held past due assembly

We're going to be radically transparent.

See this chart? It's our fundraising over the past few days. The blue bar is money raised; the line is the number of donations.

In short: our fundraising has taken a dramatic dip over the course of the last few days.

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We are being outraised and outspent and one poll shows us at just 48%. With two weeks to go until ballots drop, the timing is not great... to say the least.

Campaign is war is finance is not a civil right
Is removal of all civil liberties by persuasive capital against Washington DC

If I'm newsom my data shows me I get tracked in the sense of getting homekey homeless funds back from a supposed location but I don't
I get locations of fraud obstruction
Two counts of federal crimes on coordinator and coordinators

When average, remain.

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Memories

Farewell to 70 years of Ford history – announces it will relocate its world headquarters for the first time in seven decades
by Laura M.  September 21, 2025

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Union Rayo hat man
Puts news business on head
Walks out room

First breathless alone many pauses of spirit
While attending choir with Sinead Miley
As I have more perhaps I share

My first night in hymns

I was taught this gestation period song as a boy from my mother and her sisters


The numbers are different in every voices
Disappearence

Hi pink
Fide et Amore
Haven't found bad scratches
But this piece is in?

My mafiosa the Gemini twins baby girl from
Sicily
Donatella Bambina Testa
Wanted to express missing you
She's usually a jlo ja rule fiasco in Hell A

Something was touching her
When I found her on a street
Loves a child's wondering
Wisdom isn't with war

Awakening Moon
calls her tides to raise new growth-
wildflowers glow pink

Moments filled with joy,
Float away like pink balloons,
Never to be seen again.

I miss those pink balloons,
The type of pink that looks terrible on curtains,
but looks good on you.

I mourn the lack of pink,
I try to find a new colour,
My new favourite colour.

It might take a while till I find it,
but I'll always remember those pink balloons.

Old men sit
in plastic pink lawn chairs,
smoking cigarettes
halfway down our street.

Counting the cop cars that drive by,
One. Two. Three.

They laugh
with heads thrown back
and missing teeth

at little boys who
roll and play in shopping carts,
crashing-
One, Two, Three!

Little boys lay
in the space between
grey gravel road
and thirsty green grasses.

They laugh
with heads thrown back
and tiny white teeth.

Churned by cream
Sweet
Oh, but it is
A rose
Dipped in butter
Translucent yellow
Melting into fleshy
Pink
Punctuated thinly
On the edges
Where dirt might get
Into a fingernail
Showing a line
Where color meets
Love of a rose
Singing the sweet and salt
Of butter on
My olfactory
Tongue to the
Earthy fragrance
Only a rosey delight
Gives
To my sight
You are one
Of a kind
My butter Rose