Entries tagged with “killer robots like us are born to run”.


Killer robots…

…aren’t big on cuddling.

(from Captain Marvel Jr. #95; January 1951)

Who’s that on the monitor screen?
Who’s the fembot the guys all fear?
She-Lah is invading me!

She, She-Lah’s in my head!

And with her metal kiss, I’ll likely wind up dead!

She, She-Lah’s in my mind!

She’s not the caring type, that’s just how she’s designed!

Recommended listening:

These Atlanta-based power poppers were early (and fleeting) beneficiaries of the MTV revolution.  They weren’t much to look at, but I can’t argue with the musical results.

Beyond the WHIZ studios magic-powered superheroes scream down the boulevard.  The talking tigers groom their tails in rearview mirrors and the boy reporters try to look so hard.

I dunno. It smells like a death trap or a suicide rap to me. I’d advise Billy to get out while he’s young.