YWFT Burls comes at you like the late-60s Minnesota Vikings defensive line. Burly, thick, massive, manly, and tough with retro thickness and fifty pounds of lard-enriched meat sauce. Pour out a tall single-malt straight up, and order up a Kansas City rib-eye still mooing, because YWFT Burls just walked in, and he’s hungry as hell. Straight OpenType in the glass, no extra jazz, no frilly undies, just 230 mean Glyphs of powerful retro attitude.