Investing in this time machine is costing you and costing me our sanity.

By the sun our brains were scorched, we go inside onto the porch and have a drink.

Inspiration as 10 percent. Perspiration is 90 percent.

But genius is so overused.

Every day is another glitch,

every knot a faulty stitch unraveling.

Finally the work is done and poverty is all we've won (or so it seems).

I'm not one to toot my horn, (but) you should've seen the future born in front of me.

Cars were moving in reverse, and people walking looked perverse (casually).

Inspiration as 10 percent. Perspiration is 90 percent.

But genius is so overused.