So I’ve started leaving Runic graffiti in rafters I hang at work. Maybe someday another carpenter with folkish instincts will find them and smile. Or maybe some sad, histrionic monkey will find it and read it wrong. And wouldn’t it be funny if they called a PI to find the man behind the Runes. If my roof hangs right it won’t matter because I’ll be dead by the time anyone needs to take my rafters down. Maybe my ghost can haunt them, and help the Maine Ghost Hunters Society make money.
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After all, the bored heathen that carved on Byzantine Church rafters shall be my guide. At least the Scandinavian Rune-Masters had a sense of humour. The Armanen Priests kept their tongue in their cheeks. I’m an Anglo, and I can admit that we weren’t funny until after 1300. Or maybe Monty Python. I don’t think any…
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