Dear mr. coffee shop writer,

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.