Pop Quiz:
How well do you know your Dopamine Junkie?

Is it possible you know more about me than Hugo?
Most likely. You might know more about the inner me.

Dopamine Junkie Profile:

Favorite Flower:
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Favorite nicknames for male and female genitalia:
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Favorite music to dance to:
Top 3 erogenous zones:

Power.
Energy.
Sweet Energy.

Knowledge is power, right?
And you know more about me than most of my friends and family.
You know what I want, what I like, what I think,
what I do, what turns me on, how I might respond.
You might meet me one day and harness
all that knowledge in a piercing look, sharp like
a sword cutting through my thick veil.

Do you know that I blush?
That the frankness of my words translates in real-time to a downcast or far off gaze?
Unless of course, I can feel your mind like a magnet.
Inexorably drawing me to you.

If you read the instruction manual that is this blog,
and for some reason, it makes you smile or cry or want to
fuck forever when you read my thoughts,
and we meet someday, and our eyes meet directly,
and I see that you know, and I know what you want,
you might be zapped! Or I might be zapped.

That's what happens when longings collide.

Synaptic fires all over my brain.
Something in my head, a sizzling sound.
Something's on the griddle, getting cooked.
wait, that's me!

Or maybe I am reaching too far?
Maybe it's the sunshine, or the pheromones in the air.
But can you feel it? There are live wires all over this City.
It's thick out there, the energy. Thick with vibe.
Now I want to go dancing.
Or at least be blindfolded and splayed out.
Absorbing the heat of the day.

All the kitties are in heat.
Especially the Voracious Kitty.