Oooh you're a naughty mess

head befuddled and muddled, symptoms of yesterday's sickening excess/ i cannot stomach listing my intake de/ ecoute-ing big brother amd the holding company, turtle blues, and making a vain attempt with the aid of black coffee and a variety of homeopathic remedies to redress this wretched situation/ janice just fucking stuns my face into contortions that connote feelings of ecstasy/ play her next to any soul singer and, with the exception of billie she kills them all/ ploos (non rein a what?) she wrote lyrics rather than trotting out canons worths of standards/ i'm like a turtle, hiding under it's horny shell, but i'm very well protected, i know this goddamned life too well/ gen-E-uz/ coffee finished i now feel marginally better/