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I can't erase Taylor Swift's song from my head, but I can strive for slight subversion-swervesion, along the lines of what Nussbaum attacked Butler for back whenever that was. I sift the weft to gift this Swift with heft.

Miltonic:

The waiters gon' wait wait wait wait wait.

Vatican-IIic:

The papers gon' pape pape pape pape pape.

Snootic re. canonizations of found art:

The taters gon' Tate Tate Tate Tate Tate.

Shake i' off. Shake i' off.

Oo oo.

Prophetic re. axis shifting caused by rapid ice melt:

Equator's gon' Kuwait Kuwait Kuwait Kuwait Kuwait.

Appreciatic of the historical irony of the victory of Maccabean zealotry's ushering in an era of unprecedented splintering:

The seders gon' sate sate sate sate sate.

Stand-takic against clonic agriculture:

Tomaters gon' mate mate mate mate mate.

Shake i' off. Shake i' off.

Help me shake this off. Shake this off.