{"text":"There's only one rule that I know of, babies. All this happened, more or less. God bless you, Mr. Rosewater. On the outside, babies, you've got a hundred years here. Welcome to the monkey house. So it goes.\\nKillgore trout eating a tralfamadorian breakfast of champions. I was a victim of a series of accidents, as are we all. Ting-a-ling mother fucker. It's hot in the summer and cold in the winter. No damn cat. No damn cradle. Poo-tee-weet. On the outside, babies, you've got a hundred years here. I have become unstuck in time. Hello babies. God bless you, Mr. Rosewater. So it goes.\\nBut wherever you go there is always a Hoosier doing something very important there. Slaughterhouse ice-nine karass with bokonon. Life is no way to treat an animal. If this isn't nice, I don't know what is. The arts are not a way to make a living. God bless you, Mr. Rosewater. Welcome to Earth. So it goes.\\nKillgore trout eating a tralfamadorian breakfast of champions. I don't know what it is about Hoosiers. Life is no way to treat an animal. Wampeters, foma and granfalloons. No damn cat. No damn cradle. It is harder to be unhappy when you are eating. Welcome to Earth. I have become unstuck in time. Hello babies. We are healthy only to the extent that our ideas are humane. So it goes.\\nWelcome to Earth. It's round and wet and crowded. Killgore trout eating a tralfamadorian breakfast of champions. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. There's only one rule that I know of, babies. Wampeters, foma and granfalloons. So it goes.","count":5,"mode":3,"mode_name":"paragraphs","nsfw":true,"pilgrim_mode":true}