New Cinematic Studios presents... Rasta Returns :: The Earth's Most Strangest Man... in cinemas this summer
This unique blog is Jamaica's very first blog. It documents the work and thoughts of Jamaican Philpsopher, Yannick Nesta Pessoa. I am an Artist, Graphic Designer, Copywriter, Poet, Social Advocate, Community Activist, Western Mirror Columnist and Legal Student. Follow on Twitter & Instagram @yahnyk. Follow on Youtube @ and Reply to yannickpessoa@gmail.com
Saturday, May 20, 2006
RASTA RETURNS :: The Earth's most strangest man.
New Cinematic Studios presents... Rasta Returns :: The Earth's Most Strangest Man... in cinemas this summer
Sunday, May 14, 2006
Manic Depressive!!!
This I got in an e-mail from mi parri, one of the founding "figures" in the BOUNCE crew...Carla Moore
Thursday, May 11, 2006
The Great Famine
The Drought is here...
It is May, ought to be the rainy season now... the lands are parched as minature dust storms torment those who stay outside their sauna of a house. The skies gray every now and again every few days or so... teasing... delaying the crab season as well. Fruits are meagre and 'winjy'... the apple tree offers up purple prune/raisin like plums. Hope mangoes fare better. The streets are lazy and hazy, and Mobay has gone gun crazy.
Adding to the endless and constant heat is the endless barrage of love songs that have infected the airwaves, from Linkz 96.5 FM to Zip 103.5 Fm to TV to the Carsounds that seem paid to patrol MoBay and provide ambient background music... the heat is interspersed with "So sick of Love songs..." Mary J. Blige has been "Too strong for too long" on the charts, and 'mi tyad a Akon a look me in the eye and all a dat....' at least mi nuh mind Shakira... and Wycleff... but to be honest with this heat and love music I think lots of houses are filled with the sweaty scent of sex now, and when we check the birth rate December we'll see something...
Anyway... this just a small line from the mind of 25 year old maniac, hold up in his bunker and Third World Outpost....
It is May, ought to be the rainy season now... the lands are parched as minature dust storms torment those who stay outside their sauna of a house. The skies gray every now and again every few days or so... teasing... delaying the crab season as well. Fruits are meagre and 'winjy'... the apple tree offers up purple prune/raisin like plums. Hope mangoes fare better. The streets are lazy and hazy, and Mobay has gone gun crazy.
Adding to the endless and constant heat is the endless barrage of love songs that have infected the airwaves, from Linkz 96.5 FM to Zip 103.5 Fm to TV to the Carsounds that seem paid to patrol MoBay and provide ambient background music... the heat is interspersed with "So sick of Love songs..." Mary J. Blige has been "Too strong for too long" on the charts, and 'mi tyad a Akon a look me in the eye and all a dat....' at least mi nuh mind Shakira... and Wycleff... but to be honest with this heat and love music I think lots of houses are filled with the sweaty scent of sex now, and when we check the birth rate December we'll see something...
Anyway... this just a small line from the mind of 25 year old maniac, hold up in his bunker and Third World Outpost....
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
Friday, May 05, 2006
NO NO NO, YANNICK IS NOT DEAD
RUMOURS OF MY DEATH LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, HAVE BEEN GREATLY EXAGGERATED... hahahahaha Black Jesus is not dead no he's alive....
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