May the funk be with you

May the funk be with you.

This one takes the mood and throws it at a wall at 500 percent. I am not sorry. Designing with your head still is a lie I tell myself when I am tired. The neck already knows. You move or the kerning gets depressed.

I do not need a cosmic story. I need the bass to arrive and the rest of the morning to follow. Headphones on. Shoulders doing a little crime. File still ugly. Person slightly less ugly.

Funk is not a guilty pleasure. Funk is how the hand remembers it has a job.