ANGULENTUM IN A NUTSHELL
ANGULENTUM began writing at the early age of sixteen, the same age when on his birthday he vowed to stay sixteen in spirit forever, suffice it to say he has thus far achieved it. Having the Gemini curse, his personality and interests are all over the place. At the age of two, while being alone in his crib for several hours, he looked at the lines on the wall seeing faces and animals. After starring at them long enough they appeared to move. At first he was confused, but upon analyzing it he somehow knew that these images cannot be really moving by themselves, that it was something his eyes were doing to make them look as though they were. Without the use of words, it was his first attempt at discerning perception from actuality. To this day, at age 53, he’s the same guy.
As an atheist who believes in spirituality and that the soul is eternal like the universe and existence, he describes himself as politically conservative, socially liberal, philosophically independent, and psychologically confused. He is both physically and mentally active, having run over 30 marathon’s, several 100+ mile bicycle races and rides, reading books, studying philosophy, metaphysics, science, technology, and politics. He got into photography for about twenty years, but began focusing more on writing without having any real focus at all. At 52 years of age, he did 2500 sit-ups on an exercise ball in one hour, and at the same age did 1,000 sit-ups on the floor with a twenty pound weight. His mind is always racing at about a million miles a millisecond, and his most mentally active time is in the morning.
He’s complicated; so much so that any woman who wakes up with this man on a regular basis soon discovers that he is impossible to live with, as his ex-once engaged but never to be married live-in lover found out. Every morning he would push her buttons by incessantly babbling on about various topics, ideas, perspectives, aspects, considerations, etc., most of which bounced around off track in every possible direction, making it impossible for her to gather her thoughts to get ready for work. In order to live with him for more than five years, she would’ve had to have been of an odd and extraordinary sorts herself; with the psychological understanding at the same level of intelligence as a quantum mechanics physicist, the patience of a catatonic sage, and the tolerance of a Hindu monk on 30,000 mgs of nova cane. Put another way, to understand him would take a thousand genius lifetimes to accomplish, so there is no hope.
His sense of humor is dry to the point; like Nancy Pelosi’s face parched for six years in the middle of the Sahara desert, bordering somewhere between intolerable annoyance and complete insanity. To describe him as a fictional character I’d say he’s a cross between Rumple Stilts ken without a spinning wheel and a bald Rapunzel looking like Frankenstein’s monster after being petrified by lady Medusa. Sexually he’s only attracted to beautiful women and himself, a wannabe swinger hooked on masturbating to porn while drinking and fantasizing about having sex with several women at once. He is also very faithful when in a relationship, never has nor ever will cheat on a spouse; thus giving him a sexual range from a bookworm nerd who just wants a quiet evening at home, to a wild party animal up all night drinking and chasing women with the psyche underpinnings of somewhere between a male lesbian and a Don Juan on steroids dressed in drag.
It’s obvious from these various extravagant characteristics apart from his philosophical genius that he has chosen to remain anonymous. As a deep thinker all his life, his one passion that along with you help may help to save him, - his writing, with which he dreams of as a profession. He never gives up, and along with your purchase of this and upcoming books; in spite of being an atheist from somewhere in Minnesota to now living somewhere in California, he will gladly accept your prayers, for he concedes he can use whatever help he can get, no matter how remotely possible it may be.
Yes I, ANGULENTUM, wrote this; I figure if you can’t laugh at yourself in a humbling sort of way, then what’s the point? Besides, genius is relative and highly over rated.