If only I had the slightest bait of appealing motivation offered to me I would bite it of the hook until my gums bled. If only I found the weakest ember of an idea worth fanning I'd blow until my cheeks exploded. If only I got the slighted whiff of enticement I'd inhale until my lungs burst. If only I had access to any original flavour I would let it sit on my tongue, seep into my bloodstream and travel to my brain until the nerve endings buzzed like sparklers on the 4th of July.