Words, sentences, et cetera and et al. Read them. Don't read them. I don't care, they're nothing but sentence fragments and comma splices anyway.
I don't feel like writing. I don't feel like talking. I don't feel like much at all. But I have to write. I'm like a shark; if I stop typing I'll die. Not really though. And sharks won't actually die if they stop typing either. They don't even type.
I'll see you around. Only I won't be around. I'm like that. Always cutting my nose off to ruthlessly spite my face and deftly (or daftly) splitting infinitives.