5519. WHAT DOES IT PROFIT?

WHAT DOES IT PROFIT

(amanda graves, pray for everone else 
but don't pray for me)

No more talk; silence is the only option now.

The man in the far-side seat has placed his

antique into the heap  -  '49 Merc, or something

low and fat like that. No one wants it anymore.

The cowboy goons are gone, Marlon Brando is 

dead, and the fast guy what's his name James

Dean is cut in two behind his wheel. Sal Mineo

died by the knife, while Ernest Hemingway just

got tired of it all. And why not? What good, 

after all, is life?

-

If I ever had to give a eulogy for someone important 

or wise, I'd stand straight up, look out, and say  - 

 'it's not like that at all, no it's not like that at all.'