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Soaring Through the Air, Writhing on the Ground: Bad Unkl Sista's First Breath, Last Breath

Larissa Archer | Posted 07.15.2012 | Arts
Larissa Archer

There were leather and piles of silver, feathers and dreadlocks, tattoos and guy-liner. I've never felt like such a square; even before the performance began it had rendered my life meaningless.