writer and researcher, covering books, films, and psychoactivity, in no particular order. a pocket full of spare change and anger unlimited.
John Semley
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Last image from tonight (short film in the morning): this brother out here with his Singer sewing machine, gifting people a custom embroidery on their jerseys and hats with the name and the date, was more artistic than anything at Burning Man and ad gorgeous as a Caravaggio.
Magic!
Goodnight.
I get the joke. but running coverage for pedophiles is the most Catholic thing about him.
RIP Mark Rothko. You would have loved how the hydrogen peroxide bleach is only turning the Reflecting Pool blue around the perimeter
In March, a telehealth company took $866 from me, for drugs I didn't even want. I called for a refund. no dice. I emailed and escalated. Nada. So: I went to their office, unannounced. I was told to leave.
Wrote about this maddening saga, for @wired.com
www.wired.com/story/i-was-...
Customers have complained that a telehealth network selling compounded GLP-1s has been ripping them off—even after it had to pay $5 million to clients as part of a settlement with the US government. www.wired.com/story/i-was-...
"Some users have signed up for these services, submitted credit card data for a relatively modest membership fee, and woken up to massive credit card charges for GLP-1 meds they did not request."
www.wired.com/story/i-was-...
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Insane that “grub” rhymes with “pub.” What are the odds?
The Wu-Tang halftime performance is proof that rap music, shorn of swears, slurs, and denigrating language, can still uplift and inspire.
Telehealth websites offer customers cheap, easy access to weight loss drugs. then…charges mount. cancellations and refunds seem impossible. help is nowhere to be found.
I know, because it happened to me.
On the telehealth scam labyrinth, for
@wired.com.
