Blur
@navyblur.bsky.social
Investigative Journalist
Anti(anti(anti-intellectual))
Proud virgin
Sagittarius sun, cancer moon, Aquarius rising
https://linktr.ee/n4vyblur
Anti(anti(anti-intellectual))
Proud virgin
Sagittarius sun, cancer moon, Aquarius rising
https://linktr.ee/n4vyblur
I picked up a penny off the ground just to flex on my haters. Ended up a crooked man.
September 30, 2025 at 1:43 AM
I picked up a penny off the ground just to flex on my haters. Ended up a crooked man.
Gives me the willies. Any way I hold my phone, they’re still looking at me.
September 29, 2025 at 12:17 PM
Gives me the willies. Any way I hold my phone, they’re still looking at me.
Plucked and fried like a chicken, before long.
September 29, 2025 at 12:16 PM
Plucked and fried like a chicken, before long.
The palace of Versailles was once one of the most beautiful buildings in the world. I went to see it once, but they couldn’t get the blood off of the walls.
September 29, 2025 at 3:12 AM
The palace of Versailles was once one of the most beautiful buildings in the world. I went to see it once, but they couldn’t get the blood off of the walls.
“We must dissent” is scribbled on my tomb stone. I was a very good boy, for the lot it did me in.
September 29, 2025 at 3:08 AM
“We must dissent” is scribbled on my tomb stone. I was a very good boy, for the lot it did me in.
We eat the fat of the birds to remain as long as possible. The rest is so much to waste.
September 29, 2025 at 3:06 AM
We eat the fat of the birds to remain as long as possible. The rest is so much to waste.
The will of the people is heard. I will remove my head from this upside down beaver dam. So many tunnels. So much pain.
September 29, 2025 at 3:05 AM
The will of the people is heard. I will remove my head from this upside down beaver dam. So many tunnels. So much pain.
I flew straight as an arrow, with all necessary speed and precision, to the front desk of the liquor store. They were closed, so I left an imprint of my face on the glass door.
September 29, 2025 at 2:25 AM
I flew straight as an arrow, with all necessary speed and precision, to the front desk of the liquor store. They were closed, so I left an imprint of my face on the glass door.
The Oval Office will look like a Fabergé egg. A gaudy, useless trinket in the pocket of a Russian oligarch. All before my landlord fixes my fucking refrigerator. It takes two seconds to call someone Linda.
September 29, 2025 at 12:09 AM
The Oval Office will look like a Fabergé egg. A gaudy, useless trinket in the pocket of a Russian oligarch. All before my landlord fixes my fucking refrigerator. It takes two seconds to call someone Linda.
They were so polite when they shot me in the face. Such nice young boys. AND ONLY BOYS.
September 29, 2025 at 12:06 AM
They were so polite when they shot me in the face. Such nice young boys. AND ONLY BOYS.
Ashley is a superstar. Rachel and Will are superstars. Vince and Morgan are superstars. Everyone is a star, and nobody can hear what they’re saying. Life is sooooo good without context.
September 29, 2025 at 12:04 AM
Ashley is a superstar. Rachel and Will are superstars. Vince and Morgan are superstars. Everyone is a star, and nobody can hear what they’re saying. Life is sooooo good without context.
Every new account is one more pixel in a screen of static.
September 29, 2025 at 12:01 AM
Every new account is one more pixel in a screen of static.
I wish someone would call me a good dog. Instead I’ll remain lingering around licking my matted fur.
September 28, 2025 at 5:58 PM
I wish someone would call me a good dog. Instead I’ll remain lingering around licking my matted fur.
I had a slow cooker once. Some say it’s still broiling to this day. If I follow the map I found in my attic, I can imagine it’ll be the best pulled pork I ever tasted.
September 28, 2025 at 5:56 PM
I had a slow cooker once. Some say it’s still broiling to this day. If I follow the map I found in my attic, I can imagine it’ll be the best pulled pork I ever tasted.
Currently looking for the smallest poems I can. Used to have a guy for that, but the snail in my backyard isn’t returning my phone calls.
September 28, 2025 at 5:55 PM
Currently looking for the smallest poems I can. Used to have a guy for that, but the snail in my backyard isn’t returning my phone calls.
My problem with my social game is that I convince people that they’re paying too much for their car insurance. I can’t help it, it just comes out. Not an insurance agent, just an agent of chaos.
September 28, 2025 at 5:54 PM
My problem with my social game is that I convince people that they’re paying too much for their car insurance. I can’t help it, it just comes out. Not an insurance agent, just an agent of chaos.
What a stunning family portrait.
June 27, 2025 at 3:06 PM
What a stunning family portrait.
“It’s hot this morning”
That’s all I can think to say
“Boy it’s hot out there”
That’s all I can think to say
“Boy it’s hot out there”
June 27, 2025 at 3:03 PM
“It’s hot this morning”
That’s all I can think to say
“Boy it’s hot out there”
That’s all I can think to say
“Boy it’s hot out there”
Reality as depicted is not reality as depicted is not reality as depicted is not reality as depicted is not reality as depicted.
June 27, 2025 at 3:01 PM
Reality as depicted is not reality as depicted is not reality as depicted is not reality as depicted is not reality as depicted.