D.O.B:
Angus 'the Jacobteir' Hay is a man constantly haunted by the ghosts of his past (Salmon's tagging masterclass, et cetera; the list is as endless as Hay's unrequited love of 'TickTok' (a hero to Hay). Fans of Hay don't exist. First breaking onto the international stage through the ecliptic poem 'Deafening Silence', Hay has, in the protracted continuum of temporal recalibration, undergone an epochal reconfiguration of his professional paradigmatics in the Hay described "flumptiviously orchestrated" JvD ChatBatt. Hay’s audacious and, at the time, unheralded foray into the exalted realm of cinematographic artistry, was irrevocably initiated, indeed, indelibly sculpted, under the watchful and sagacious auspices of the inimitable McCoy, a figure whose unparalleled mastery of the medium has secured his place in the pantheon of cinematic demiurges. McCoy, whose unparalleled genius eclipses that of any mere mortal to have ever trodden upon the earthbound crust of our planet, forged...