{"text":"Goodbye blue monday. Ting-a-ling mother fucker. God bless you, Mr. Rosewater. I don't know what it is about Hoosiers. It's hot in the summer and cold in the winter. No damn cat. No damn cradle. So it goes.\\nIt's round and wet and crowded. I have become unstuck in time. Science is magic that works. Poo-tee-weet. Killgore trout eating a tralfamadorian breakfast of champions. I don't know what it is about Hoosiers. It is harder to be unhappy when you are eating. Life is no way to treat an animal. So it goes.\\nIt's round and wet and crowded. Poo-tee-weet. Life is no way to treat an animal. But wherever you go there is always a Hoosier doing something very important there. No damn cat. No damn cradle. On the outside, babies, you've got a hundred years here. I don't know what it is about Hoosiers. The arts are not a way to make a living. We are healthy only to the extent that our ideas are humane. So it goes.\\nWide open beavers inside a hoosier cat's cradle. No damn cat. No damn cradle. It's hot in the summer and cold in the winter. Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt. Science is magic that works. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. So it goes.\\nPoo-tee-weet. There's only one rule that I know of, babies. Goodbye blue monday. If this isn't nice, I don't know what is. It's hot in the summer and cold in the winter. The arts are not a way to make a living. Killgore trout eating a tralfamadorian breakfast of champions. Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt. Slaughterhouse ice-nine karass with bokonon. We are healthy only to the extent that our ideas are humane. So it goes.","count":5,"mode":3,"mode_name":"paragraphs","nsfw":true,"pilgrim_mode":true}