sometimes woods are more than words

Perhaps this (Weetzie Bat) could be an interesting book to read sometime about highschoolish things? I'm really not as good at gobbling up books these days as I have been at other times in the past. Sometimes there are just too many words. (There are surely too many in this post, of course.) Then, walking in the woods is better. More than words! Like that song! From back in the days of youthful yore. Partly, I think I sometimes enjoy bad grammar because I find peoples' idiosyncratic speech patterns to be quite interesting. Plus, I stammered as a small child and I still mix things up in my own speech patterns. However, I have inadvertently noticed more comma splices lately. I suppose that is a good thing. Whatever.