Okay, I just typed up this massive post with beautiful English, calling it a whimsical act of mimicking Digital Coma's unparalleled usage of profound diction that complements his structural flow, but I started up mIRC to ask what the word for the definition of "the mental search of a word" I read in a 'Useless Facts' thread before is, and the world fell between my fingers, and I died spiritually, as the devil himself created a Web page that very instant, dubbed it to the extent of 'mIRC's Welcoming', and whapped it in front of my face, overriding blue ole' OCR.
The erased beast complimented on this song's similarity to Mazedude's Lounge Lemmings. I went so far as to discuss the debate of whether or not to listen to it as Web surfing tunage or as deep philosophical technical delving, or as both, which happened to be the case; delving, however, serving as the culprit moreso, even though my desire is to simply listen. I finished off by recommending it to fanatics of slow, solo mix grooves, which encompass its length, constructing a sound that would constantly surround anyone's ear in such a style, then by explaining why my English, in this particular moment, would sound warped, if it does.