Cryptograms cerita

Brett wants nothing more than to perform in musicals. His hated nemesis doesn't understand: why would a genius choose theatre over a high flying career in law? When Brett meets someone online who can solve the cryptic puzzles he posts on his blog, they quickly become best friends, and bond over their hated enemies. Little does Brett know, his best friend and real life enemy are the same person. Written for the #internetbestie contest on figment: http://figment.com/books/1027013-Cryptic

This summer, Gravity Falls is back! With new Mysteries! This is just a continuation of where Gravity Falls left off, next summer. Dipper and Mabel takes a trip back to the town of mystery called GRAVITY FALLS the Mystery Twins are back in action, join them for an adventure of fun and mysteries. Say hello to the Mysteries, Codes, Ciphers, Crytograms, Clues and Adventures. For this story, they'll face new danger, new monsters, new anomalies, new friends and old foes, new and old villains. Decipher cryptograms! And please do forgive me if my drawing is often ugly or weird or either misunderstanded. Try to discover the new mysteries they'll bring up this summer! Please don't forget to vote. I don't own Gravity Falls, Alex Hirsch does. Episodes will Air every either Saturday or Sunday. Who knows? Except if i maybe be busy doing stuff.

This is a book with a lore. Crack rune by rune to understand the meanings. Although, the truth might not be what it seems. Start your journey here, O pilgrim.

lol read the title P.S. ALEX HIRSCH YOU ARE PERFECT AND TOTES AMAZBALLS AND GET EM :'-)

A yellow rose for friendships, Thorns shows its hardships. Aster for patience- Waiting for vengeance! Anemone for hope that fades. Sticks and stones are just shades. Yellow carnation, for disappointment. I think every lying judgement. A daisy, a single daisy, for innocence and misfortune. Evil, wicked, gorgeous. And the list of flowers go on, and on. Still, I am here. Alive. Living. I am here. Moving on, once again. May hope find its way to me. May someone light the garden... And care for the sheep I left behind.

Toasted nirvana for breakfast this morning. Two dozen short poems by Lin Tarczynski.