Pelican Eyes
Whitney, is it you baby? I'm Kiwi, your dead bodyguard, it's me, your Kiwi, Kiwi Cost Nerve. I took too many bullets for you, you couldn't save me, remember? But I'm still your Guardian Angel, alive!
You are my French heart opera Lakmé, my oriental goddess Lakshmi, renowned for her beauty, disorienting all my engaged senses focused on a touching sunset.
With its keen eyesight on more than the serene molecules of the rippling water, the Brown Pelican can spot fish from heights of up to 20 metres. I dive steeply in love, with my head pointed straight down and my wings folded back, ending by plunging into the water like a torpedo. Being the actual lucky victim of a lovely heart attack, I’m the only species to dive into the boiling water from 10 metres above to capture prey. After catching the prey and a lot of water, I tip my bill downward to drain the water before swallowing the fish. I have a membranous inner eyelid that covers my third eye when I dive in you. And nopee, it’s not secondhand, not this time. But yeppie, I make it appear that I close my eyes completely at the highest moment of deep impact, so no harm comes to the eye from diving in love. While I’m awkward on land, to say the least, they say I’m a beautiful and intelligent flyer, soul, a divine spaceship, without a spacecake, with some seriously incredible skills, but I don’t know, you tell me, baby, what do you think, know, believe? Can you whisper it to my ear? Are you standing by my side? Where are you? I can’t hear you, am I also deaf? Did you say something? Like you do love me, baby? Please don’t cry! I’m crying, and that’s enough, more than enough, the only time it’s enough. Please? Do you really love your Kiwi, your nopee bodyguard, Whitney? Bite me, Wit-knee! I won’t bite you. But maybe I will, if you’re not sweet. Or maybe even if you’re sweet with me. I’ll bite you gently, no worries, and not only on your both sets of berry good-looking lips. We Brown Pelicans do suffer from blindness, though, love is blind and blinding, you blind me, due to other factors, as do other seabirds that have long lives, ensuring their own survival, Phoenix!
Kiwi Cost Nerve with his Whitney Hu Stone aka Wit-knee at it … their 15th anniversary …
What a pity you were not my WiFi, or at least a mistress, querida, baby, we could have had free access to the most eclectic and luxurious hotel in Nicaragua I helped design. Yeppie, I’m a natural born architect, I tink I learned something about worldwide architecture on my love quests, searching for you, researching not finding you. I gave my Brooklyn-based, NYC, friend I met on my Hollywood gig some ideas on how to build a unique hotel, relatively cheap, in a third-world country like Nicaragua when you’re a bored millionaire. The owner of the Pelican Eyes, named after me, are you shitting me, hotel was William Parsons, a real $ millionaire. We met in 1997 in the US. I was his bodyguard, driver, private eye, his favorite crypto-communist writer, but above all, his friend, I was covering his ass, he trusted me, I always had his back. Phudge, baby! He was my best friend and a true friend to my ex-family for 15 years. Being a Harvard graduate and a university professor, he was obviously much dumber than me, wink wink. He called me Buffalo Arrow Lee, phudge, baby, because I was damn fast, like a real cowboy. I called him Parson Willy. We joked and laughed a lot throughout our 15 quality years of friendship. I honored his memory in various of my posts using his name Parson playfully, in a funny context, because he was extremely religious. Bill, a mercilessly aggressive capitalist, told me that I was a really serious comedian and that he admired my genuinely altruistic socialist attitude. But make no mistake, I was also uncompromising, chasing tirelessly all the bad guys he associated with despite my counsel, with their alluring swindle business projects, he was naturally greedy, who tried to rip him off, mostly successfully, as he invested heavily in Nicaragua and was pretty gullible. I was his D Tact Eve, detective, going to great lengths, chasing the amateur thugs in hiding and on the run all across Nicaragua, Costa Rica, and Honduras. It was a pretty dangerous sport, thank God it wasn’t bloody, ever, I always convinced them, somehow, to return the money peacefully, only some of it, of course. I was a great negotiator, or else, lol, he maintained. Over the long years, I saved him hundreds of thousands of dollars. And yeppie, he was kind of grateful and generous with me. That I’m lying? I will show you some legal documents in person, in private, I had to deal with the American embassy in Managua, regarding some financial transactions, because it’s strictly confidential information, FYI, no NDA, though, baby. You surely understand that I can’t afford to get compromised here on Subtract, and get even more Subtracted when I should actually make some money on Substack, for us, to buy you some ice cream, and bubble gum, and lollipops, and ginger, and flowers, and dresses, including Eve’s or Empress’ clothes. To continue in the melonaire vein, want some melon? Fudge, baby! I would meet with all kinds of VIPs at the amazing Pelican Eyes property overlooking the most beautiful bay in Nicaragua, ranging from business people from all over the world to not only Hollywood actors and actresses, and even people from the Pentagon and CIA, striking casual conversations with them. Who would have said that, ha? In such a hellhole as Nicaragua, a sub-developed third-world country. Such a stoopit, childish yeppee bodyguard, Kiwi Cost Nerve talking to those stars, sometimes stuck-up, sometimes down-to-earth folks! See, baby, I’m a D Tact Eve, your Adam, Epiphunny beyond a biblical scale indeed! See, I would track you down anywhere, on the sun, I’m Mr Bean everywhere, done everything, not really, on the moon, I’m a silly moonchild, sleepwalking, sometimes, who’s seen you on or in the stars, however far you are. I would trace you all across the universe, even on or in Antarctica, my favorite continent I love so much and hate so little. I can do all that, tracing you, finding you, yet without having you, after you gave me a little training, you dusted off my old skills, you polished them, though I’m a little slow now. Your detective, you know, and really don’t, an oldie-goldie teenager, crazy 17, and you are just a baby, maybe. Ooh, your life is so interesting, I want it for free, wait, I’ll pay you, definitely! Ooh, you are the international woman of mystery, ahoo, indefinitely! Wanna go there to spend a magickal night there, to celebrate our 15th anniversorry, err, anniversary, Whitney? Wit-knee? With your Kiwi Cost Nerve, your nopee bodyguard, who can catch a bullet for you, yeppie? Go to the most eclectic and luxurious hotel in Nicaragua I helped design, for you to enjoy, Paradise designer? It was “only” $250 a night, excluding the Fifth Avenue priced food and a private yacht. That was then, I had it all for free back then. What a pity you were not my WiFi or a mistress, querida, sigh, such was my life! Yet then was then. Now is now, wanna go, now? Let’s go, now, or later, at your convenience! Nowadays, we embarrassingly poor commies deserve a little luxury, once in a while, don’t we? Because we’ve suffered so much, fudge, ah baby! So welcome to my clear and clean Pelican Eyes, for you to have an even clearer vision, welcome to our Pelican Eyes country club, the third heart’s eye, our beautiful posh hotel in the middle of San Juan Del Sur de Nicaragua, devotedly designed and autographed by your Kiwi Cost Nerve, your nopee bodyguard, my yeppie Whitney. Wit-knee? Wit-knee! There are no chemtrails in Nicaragua, and we’re not gonna Nica-argue, anywhere …
I’ve been working devotedly, or slacking diligently, trying to find you.
Lana Del Rey - Chemtrails Over Country Club (Lyrics)
I'm on the run with you, my sweet love
There's nothing wrong contemplating God
Under the chemtrails over the country club
Wearing our jewels in the swimming pool
Me and my sister just playing it cool
Under the chemtrails over the country club
Take out your turquoise and all of your jewels
Go to the market, the kids' swimming pools
Baby, what's your sign?
My moon's in Leo, my Cancer is sun
You won't play, you're no fun
Well, I don't care what they think
Drag racing my little red sports car
I'm not unhinged or unhappy, I'm just wild
I'm on the run with you, my sweet love
There's nothing wrong contemplating God
Under the chemtrails over the country club
Wearing our jewels in the swimming pool
Me and my sister just playing it cool
Under the chemtrails over the country club
Meet you for coffee at the elementary schools
We laugh about nothing as the summer gets cool
It's beautiful how this deep normality settles down over me
I'm not bored or unhappy, I'm still so strange and wild
You're in the wind, I'm in the water
Nobody's son, nobody's daughter
Watching the chemtrails over the country club
Suburbia, The Brentwood Market
What to do next? Maybe we'll love it
White picket chemtrails over the country club
My love, my love
Washing my hair, doing the laundry
Late-night TV, I want you only
Like when we were kids under chemtrails and country clubs
It's never too late, baby, so don't give up
It's never too late, baby, so don't give up
Under the chemtrails over the country club, yeah (you're born in December and I'm born in June)
You're born in December and I'm born in June (under the chemtrails over the country club, yeah)
My Cancer is sun and my Leo is moon
My Cancer is sun and my Leo is moon
Pelican Eyes Resort & Spa offers a stunning hillside location and panoramic views of San Juan del Sur and the ocean beyond. Our infinity pools, spacious accommodations, romantically lush gardens, wonderful restaurants, open air bars, and one-of-a-kind San Juan Del Sur coastline sailing adventure are a unique experience. A visit to our Tranquila Day Spa is an experience of sheer indulgence. We offer a menu of massage and body treatments to ensure that you truly relax on your romantic Nicaraguan getaway. Experience more of Nicaragua with day trips to Granada or the artisan markets in Masaya. Here at the resort, open air yoga classes, water aerobics, and active local excursions (arranged by our concierge) help keep you fit while visiting paradise. Even our brick stairs—winding up the hillside — contribute to the cause! Our San Juan Del Sur hotel’s mission is to provide a unique and memorable Nicaragua vacation experience in every aspect of your stay. Our friendly staff endeavors to fulfill every possible need or special request (and to predict those wishes perhaps not yet even realized!) No request is too big or too small. Let us know what we can do to enhance your stay in paradise.
Whitney Houston - I Will Always Love You (Official 4K Video)
If I should stay
I would only be in your way
So I'll go, but I know
I'll think of you every step of the way
And I will always love you
I will always love you
You
My darling, you, mm, mm
Bittersweet memories
That is all I'm taking with me
So goodbye, please don't cry
We both know I'm not what you, you need
And I will always love you
I will always love you
You
I hope life treats you kind
And I hope you have all you've dreamed of
And I wish you joy and happiness
But above all this, I wish you love
And I will always love you
I will always love you
I will always love you
I will always love you
I will always love you
I, I will always love you
You
Darling, I love you
I'll always, I'll always love you
Whitney Houston - I Have Nothing (Official HD Video)
Share my life
Take me for what I am
'Cause I'll never change
All my colors for you
Take my love
I'll never ask for too much
Just all that you are
And everything that you do
I don't really need to look
Very much further
I don't wanna have to go
Where you don't follow
I won't hold it back again
This passion inside
Can't run from myself
There's nowhere to hide
Don't make me close one more door
I don't wanna hurt anymore
Stay in my arms if you dare
Or must I imagine you there
Don't walk away from me
I have nothing, nothing, nothing
If I don't have you, you, you, you, you, you
You see through
Right to the heart of me
You break down my walls
With the strength of your love, mm
I never knew
Love like I've known it with you
Will a memory survive
One I can hold on to?
I don't really need to look
Very much further
I don't wanna have to go
Where you don't follow
I won't hold it back again
This passion inside
I can't run from myself
There's nowhere to hide
Your love I'll remember forever
Don't make me close one more door
I don't want to hurt anymore
Stay in my arms if you dare
Or must I imagine you there
Don't walk away from me
I have nothing, nothing, nothing
Don't make me close one more door
I don't wanna hurt anymore
Stay in my arms if you dare
Or must I imagine you there
Don't walk away from me
No, don't walk away from me
Don't you dare walk away from me
I have nothing, nothing, nothing
If I don't have you, you
If I don't have you, oh, oh
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