The color of your hair only shines in the daylight. And the color of your skin shines best at story telling hour. Mr. Coffee Shop Lurker, I can see that your arms grasp for more color, quotes, stories, from me in this world. Everything you say you add to your resume if I was a piecce of your portfolio. Your inspiration, your Kiki de Montparnasse. Little did you know Mr. Cafe Dweller, that I am Kiki. I am inspiration for Man Ray, Shakespeare, Beethoven, and now you. Shakespeare wrote sonnets about me; the Tempest. Beethoven composed symphonies about me; the Tempest. Me, I will always be a tempest. I blame my sleepness nights on the Tempest blame your success on me.