marco is a metaphor. he is a metaphor for a serial killer. this serial killer is named marco as well, as it turns out. marco the serial killer has been killing (humans) for 13 years, but hasn't ever gotten caught. there was a close call with a young girl in nashville, & he got away scott-free more out of police incompetance than anything else, but he's been careful since then. marco kills like most people masturbate; not really for the thrill, but for the mechanistic release of built up stresses.
one day marco will be visited by a ufo.
he will be given an offer he can't refuse.
this offer will restore the sexual satisfaction to his job "at the sausage factory."
claire is a paranoid scizophrenic. every day she downs mysterious pills (& on really bad days, there are needles & straps & everything. claire has a crazy notion that there is something growing within her. claire also claims to be from the 13th century, & from toledo, spain, but she's crazy, so lets put that aside. claire's cunt is a mass of scar tissue, inside & out: she's taken coat hangers, safety razors, all kinds of shit to herself. because claire knows that if the child-thing she is carrying is ever born, that it. kattam-shud, wave by-bye to everything. the vistas of armageddon are gonna come swooping in.
claire was visited by a ufo.
claire wasn't offered anything.
claire was taken from, & then given to again.
if claire doesn't kill that black brat in her gut, you can kiss this world goodbye.
fuck you claire, fuck you. couldn't you be pro-life or fucking something?