I love English. As beautiful as other languages are, as deft and elegant as they may be, I really love English. It takes what is best about so many languages and smushes it all together into a complicated marvelous slush pile. English is like a kid in a candy shop, taking a little or a lot of whatever catches its fancy.
But there have to be rules, so that we don't eat ourself sick. Sure, you can play with the rules of punctuation and grammar for effect, just like you can choose to have a crapload more gummy bears than chocolate bars, but the point remains that you have to know what the rules are, what your limits are, before you can break them.
Gah, if only some people would understand this instead of just tossing things out willy nilly.