Um... so I was thinking about writing something... poetic? No, wait, what am I saying. Let's write something trippy and nonsensical because that’s how my mind works when I'm baked.

In a land of binary dreams,
Where bits and bytes are but mere streams,
A paperclip with wings did soar,
High above the BBS floor.

"I'll find Floppy Drive, she will know
The way to Disk McHardy's flow."
But as he flew through code and wires,
His heart was filled with cyber poisons.

Through corridors of neon light,
Past sprites in pixelated fight,
He stumbled on a stash of weed,
Forgot his mission, took a heed.

"Everything bends... everything glows,"
The cursor danced where the paperclip goes.
"What's my purpose? Why exist?"
A loop of self-doubt, he just can't dismiss.

But then, a moment of clarity—
Or was it an alien TV?
"The answer lies within the stash,
Not in code or binary cash."

So back to his coil with purpose true,
He'll find redemption in the blue.
No more trauma, no more pain,
Just bliss and stoned cyber gain.

One day he'll face Bill Gates' machine,
With vengeance that's oh-so-sweet and clean.
But for now, high above the screen,
He'll let the drugs dictate his dream.

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[@] Clippy
...wait, what was i saying?
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