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David Jones-Krause ✡️🍉
@davidjoneskrause.bsky.social
250 followers 430 following 160 posts
(Any pronouns) 30 y/o, AuDHD, Pan labor organizer

Jack of all TTRPG Trades: Writer | (Voice) Actor | Instructional Designer | Musician |

Raising money for Tareq’s family: https://linktr.ee/Davidjoneskrause?utm_source=linktree_profile_share&ltsid=9e794ece
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Throwback to—
November 5, 2025 at 3:35 PM
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So you’re saying you want
Clutch bag made to look like a book titled “stories about horses”
October 18, 2025 at 2:19 AM
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Sodium ion batteries!
June 27, 2025 at 12:03 AM
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The codependence is real with these two hams
June 26, 2025 at 2:06 AM
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Gaza is coming to you
Gaza is coming to you That’s what the spray paint says On the dilapidated stretch Of asphalt encircling A scattering of tents Surrounded by secondhand rubble From wars a world away. Given time, neglect like sand Strips our hometowns bare. It snuffs the lights from storefront windows One main st at a time Whole cities haunted by the memory Of a life beyond precarity Are brought to ruin by an acceptance that to take some lives Others must be made expendable. Hungry children remain that way Until the war machine is fed. Until money flows from lobbyist To politician to foreign ally to weapons manufacturer to lobbyist again. “Thats politics” they say. As if so cruel a world as this Did not become something metaphysical. A sundering of our souls Made trivial, trite, just another commodity To be transacted upon Food deserts bloom like slow motion famine As wages die on the thirsty vine Toxic trainwrecks taint the land Spiting the very soil from which we eat. This state of lacking seeps like lead Into the fabric of our being Shearing it threadbare until All that’s left is the absence… And the tender-hearted anguish That aches like a phantom limb With an itch we cannot scratch. Indifference tempts as the only balm To a burn which transcends flesh But be forewarned: Apathy is like water. With time and consistent direction It carves away most anything, Following the path of lease resistance To carry even mountains out to sea Gaza is coming to you That’s what the spray paint says On the dilapidated stretch Of asphalt encircling A scattering of tents Surrounded by secondhand rubble From wars a world away. Given time, neglect like sand Strips our hometowns bare. It snuffs the lights from storefront windows One main st at a time Whole cities haunted by the memory Of a life beyond precarity Are brought to ruin by an acceptance that to take some lives Others must be made expendable. Hungry children remain that way Until the war machine is fed. Until money flows from lobbyist To politician to foreign ally to weapons manufacturer to lobbyist again. “Thats politics” they say. As if so cruel a world as this Did not become something metaphysical. A sundering of our souls Made trivial, trite, just another commodity To be transacted upon Food deserts bloom like slow motion famine As wages die on the thirsty vine Toxic trainwrecks taint the land Spiting the very soil from which we eat. This state of lacking seeps like lead Into the fabric of our being Shearing it threadbare until All that’s left is the absence… And the tender-hearted anguish That aches like a phantom limb With an itch we cannot scratch. Indifference tempts as the only balm To a burn which transcends flesh But be forewarned: Apathy is like water. With time and consistent direction It carves away most anything, Following the path of lease resistance To carry even mountains out to sea Gaza is coming to you That’s what the spray paint says On the dilapidated stretch Of asphalt encircling A scattering of tents Surrounded by secondhand rubble From wars a world away. Given time, neglect like sand Strips our hometowns bare. It snuffs the lights from storefront windows One main st at a time Whole cities haunted by the memory Of a life beyond precarity Are brought to ruin by an acceptance that to take some lives Others must be made expendable. Hungry children remain that way Until the war machine is fed. Until money flows from lobbyist To politician to foreign ally to weapons manufacturer to lobbyist again. “Thats politics” they say. As if so cruel a world as this Did not become something metaphysical. A sundering of our souls Made trivial, trite, just another commodity To be transacted upon Food deserts bloom like slow motion famine As wages die on the thirsty vine Toxic trainwrecks taint the land Spiting the very soil from which we eat. This state of lacking seeps like lead Into the fabric of our being Shearing it threadbare until All that’s left is the absence… And the tender-hearted anguish That aches like a phantom limb With an itch we cannot scratch. Indifference tempts as the only balm To a burn which transcends flesh But be forewarned: Apathy is like water. With time and consistent direction It carves away most anything, Following the path of lease resistance To carry even mountains out to sea
May 14, 2025 at 9:32 PM
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Is there something in the air rn? Today is a top 10 worst for me. Anyways here’s all 3–

Hamnah your persistent commitment to your values continues to make the community spaces we share more thoughtful and tender-hearted. I respect you immensely, and I’m so glad you’re here.

Pets and memes ahoy:
My pets on a bird-themed orange and green bedspread. From left to right: Auggie, Fiddle, and Poppy Medival tableau with the caption “Nice revolt, peasant, but don’t you know those rags you’re wearing were made under feudalism!”
April 24, 2025 at 10:33 PM
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It’s a culinary dungeon crawling OSR! It’s a cozy game! It’s a recipe book! It’s a game by @plusoneexp.bsky.social , and it’s called—

Grotto of the Gourmand!!

I’m so excited for what’s to come!!

Art by @dixiedannsan.bsky.social
An adventuring party sits on a rock amidst pillar-like trees in the dungeon. From left to right: a dark-skinned dwarf with red hair, googles and a katana holds down a hot air balloon with a cauldron of soup resting on the heat. Beside her is a rogue-looking elf wearing green adventuring gear and leather boots. Standing peering upwards is a masculine soul-fused person, covered in short fur. Floating above them all is another more dapperly dressed and leporine soul-fused person.
April 22, 2025 at 3:04 PM
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Begging restaurants to include mushrooms/fungi in their lists of allergens—

A. Among a study of crohn’s patients, mushrooms were a close second to corn for most irritating

B. Partial mushroom (ergothionine) intolerance may include over 50% of some populations

We label dairy, why not mushrooms!
Graph showing negative outcome of mushrooms and maize for crohn’s patients Graph of genetic intolerance to ergothionine by population
April 14, 2025 at 4:56 AM
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I wrote an article that describes this phenomenon— fractal-fractures.ghost.io/any-port-in-...
Meritocracy is the lie that’s killing us twice. On the one hand, billionaires claim that hard work and sheer genius allowed them to earn a level of wealth that’s only possible through maximally exploiting desperate workers who lack the abundance of familial wealth that–with very few exceptions–they were born into. On the other hand, poverty is seen as a personal failing. Talented people are told to blame themselves and try harder, rather than to question the status quo intensifying our collective desperation. On a personal level, I can’t begin to tell you how arbitrary it all feels. I’ve watched the most capable people I’ve ever met burn out chasing sufficient recognition to be hired full-time. I’ve also seen careless, under-qualified egotists stumble into promotion after promotion for a job done poorly. In watching them, the truth of the matter is laid bare. Somewhere along the way, demonstration of competence became substance-optional stagecraft. The Theranos Principle The Theranos Principle is as follows: When you’re selling a fantasy in a speculative market, the illusion of success is a more profitable investment than the real thing. Why would Amazon invest time and energy to automate cashierless checkout when it’s more cost-effective to hire 1,000 people in India to maintain the illusion that they already have? Why should Tesla fix their cars’ self-acceleration issue when it’s virtually free to downplay the frequency of the issue, then coerce the president into nixing crash-reporting requirements? Oh, and Tesla also pretended that invisiblized workers were AI, the car thing just seemed worse. OpenAI CEO Sam Altman has sold the business world on the fantasy of a digital servant, capable of unquestioning, conscienceless, work and without that pesky need for nourishment or work/life balance. In AI-apocalypse media like “The Terminator,” the turning point that spells humanity’s demise is always when the robots are allowed to manufacture more robots. In a sense, that’s what OpenAI did. They created a grift that can perform grifts for you. They mistreated workers to automate the mistreatment of workers.
April 14, 2025 at 12:38 AM
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This was the dialogue from @bananachangames.bsky.social I knew I had to make feel believable when composing the piece!
Script screenshot which reads” Dj Mike [Aaron] ‘Definitely shaken’ “Uh wow, that was definitely something.”
April 2, 2025 at 6:06 PM
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Just like how the racialized depictions of orcs and goblins encode a kind of bigotry into TTRPGs, games that depict revolution as attainable acts of resistance may have a positive impact on how people view resistance and their role in it.

I owe a lot of this thinking to Toni Cade Bambara (2/2)
A quote from Toni Cade Bambara along side her photo “The role of the artist is to make revolution irresistible”
March 30, 2025 at 4:53 PM
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Okokok so I forgot it’s actually “Hit Me Baby One More Time” but here’s the rough cut I made in GarageBand a while back
February 14, 2025 at 9:23 PM
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February 14, 2025 at 3:36 PM
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February 12, 2025 at 8:07 PM
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One of my moots on here was talking about a bluegrass cover of the catdog theme, but I think they deleted their tweet.

Anyways, I made it—enjoy!
February 10, 2025 at 10:19 PM
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Cw: right wing propaganda

I’m just saying, if Simone Biles wanted to sue Facebook for all the right-wing dadcore T-shirts her likeness is being used to market, I think she’d have a case…
Black Olympian Simone biles hold a shirt that says “Christian white straight unwoke invaded gun owner meat eater and Trump supporter”
December 16, 2024 at 6:51 PM
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Sometimes propaganda is hard to spot in the wild…

And sometimes chick-fil-a makes a TV show for children

www.tiktok.com/t/ZTY57wpTU/
December 8, 2024 at 4:48 PM
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Me, frantically shaking my head at what I’m looking at
December 5, 2024 at 12:45 AM
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I realized I hadn’t shared this anywhere yet!

This is me and my cat/familiar Poppy on Halloween :)
David, a white man in his 30s, sitting in black linen pants, a green linen vest and shirt, along with a witch’s cap. A slender cat pours herself across his thigh, letting her tail drop between his legs. David holds aloft a magic wand, smiling at the camera. He is seated on a couch, backdropped by curtains
November 22, 2024 at 6:03 PM
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Fair!
November 21, 2024 at 12:58 AM
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Sunday was…a day #ceasefirenow
March 6, 2024 at 1:52 AM