How to Silk-Screen

Take a hammer and smash your television; pull the plug and walk to the front of your TV and place it in front of the TV. Kick-in any glass that remains. Push the box over; stand on it. Jump onto the lamp and swing in circles shouting your favorite punk rock song. Let go and land on your feet; rip your mother's silk curtains and throw them over the TV. Take a picture and upload it onto your blog.

*UPDATE!*

The Riverbed gets compared to Burroughs and Selby Jr. HERE.

The Riverbed has a new story; it can be previewed HERE.

What to Wear During an Orange Alert? has moved its url. Check out its new space HERE.

Raili did a drawing of the Riverbed as Popcorn.

Mr. Riverbed as Fatboy McPopcorn



Wall-attack #3 is ready and will be hitting Florida soon.



*ATTENTION* The Culprits aren't the only ones attacking the walls!



Limited edition versions of one of Wall-attack #3, with poems by my homeboy Cofre, will be available to those who email their mailing address to andy.riverbed (at) yahoo.com.

Limited Edition Wall-Attack #3 Poster



Musíca

The Mystery Books - Utterly Confused



Nicole Miglis



Some Guy who's Sad because his Band Broke-up and it's Cold Outside



The Jazz Ensemble



New Translations!

las horas del sol te destruíran

me desperté a las una de la tarde
y aquí se oscurese a las cinco.

tengo cuatro horas pa eliminar de mi vida;
si no, las horas del día me derrotaran.

caminó por las calles por un rato
solo y desesperado.

aquí no hay nada mas para mi,
lo sé pero trato negarlo;
¡no hay nada!
ya no puedo ignorarlo.

¡esta idea me sofoca
y es insoportable!

es mi compañero indeseable que nunca sale de la casa y los otros días, sin razón
me trato de asesinar,
y lo ha hecho
otras innumerables veces.

quiero que tenga una forma física,
esta idea, para deshacerme del.

¿como pueden llenar todas estas horas
y que hacen con sus vidas
por
to
estos
años?

no me siento fuerte de muchas cosas,
pero las horas del sol te alcanzaran
y al final te destruíran.

- Translated from English by Andy Riverbed


the day hours will eventually destroy you

i woke up today at one in the afternoon
and it gets dark at five.

i have four hours to eliminate from my life;
otherwise, the daylight would defeat me.

i walk around outside for awhile
feeling really desperate and alone.

there is nothing left here for me.
i know this but i try to avoid it.
there is nothing!
i can no longer ignore it.

that thought is suffocating
and unbearable!

it is an unwanted roommate that never leaves the house and then tries to murder you,
suddenly,
one day for no reason,
and then countless times after that.

i want it to have a physical form,
so that i can make it go away.

how do people fill up all of these hours,
and what do people do with themselves
for
all
of
these
years?

i don't feel strongly about many things in life,
but the day hours will eventually catch up with you,
and ultimately destroy you.

- Raili FInk