{"text":"Poo-tee-weet. Goodbye blue monday. Slaughterhouse ice-nine karass with bokonon. I don't know what it is about Hoosiers. Life is no way to treat an animal. Killgore trout eating a tralfamadorian breakfast of champions. So it goes.\\nI have become unstuck in time. I don't know what it is about Hoosiers. Wide open beavers inside a hoosier cat's cradle. It's round and wet and crowded. Poo-tee-weet. So it goes.\\nHello babies. Wide open beavers inside a hoosier cat's cradle. I don't know what it is about Hoosiers. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Poo-tee-weet. So it goes.\\nEverything was beautiful and nothing hurt. No damn cat. No damn cradle. We are healthy only to the extent that our ideas are humane. Ting-a-ling mother fucker. All this happened, more or less. I don't know what it is about Hoosiers. I was a victim of a series of accidents, as are we all. Welcome to Earth. It's hot in the summer and cold in the winter. So it goes.\\nIt is harder to be unhappy when you are eating. God bless you, Mr. Rosewater. Welcome to the monkey house. I don't know what it is about Hoosiers. Hello babies. The arts are not a way to make a living. Life is no way to treat an animal. So it goes.","count":5,"mode":3,"mode_name":"paragraphs","nsfw":true,"pilgrim_mode":true}