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“Head on over to the forums to read about some long awaited news. F.T. Willz book? Leathermouth tour? You won’t be let down.”
“6.5.08
Head on over to the forums to read about some long awaited news. F.T. Willz book? Leathermouth tour? You won’t be let down.”
“We also have a new writer that we would like to welcome to the s//c family, who goes by the name of F.T. Willz. Do yourself a favor and give it a read!”
06/05/2008 from skeletoncrewonline.com news
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so in 2008 ft willz was a presence online and had fans. based on myspace comments, fans of ft willz and frank alike were oblivious to the possibility they were the same
until this was posted on the mcrrumorcontrol livejournal
this is the first mention I could find of someone making this particular connection.
then the theory kind of died because there was nothing you could match yet. at this time (2008-2012) all fans were going on was that ft willz is an anonymous poet that is affiliated with skeleton crew.
then in 2013 the thing that actually sparked the conspiracy.
you usually see this as the main talkng point across theories. frank posted this poem to his website in 2013. and below is a supposed screenshot of ft willz myspace blog being the same poem.
but you can only see if in ft willz theories posted around 2014 on so I have no idea where it came from. there’s like 15 captures of ft willz myspace blog and nowhere is this poem referenced in the blogs.
tbc
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my photo of ft willz
I like to talk about this because it is nowhere mentioned or referenced in any ft willz theory post out there. I’m almost convinced it came out relatively recently because no one talks about it and you’d think it would be at the center of anyones ft willz theory but it’s not.
so that’s why i’m obsessed with it.
I found it on 2008 skeletoncrewonline.com. it’s an old site so you have to click “writings” on the far left column. once you do you’ll see this “skeleton crew publications” page with authors keith buckley, joey southside and ft willz. click the eyeball and it takes you to ft willz poems.
link to just the eyeball
this is the eyeball of ft willz presumably. I think it looks like frank so I decided to take a closer look. I remember this picture of frank pulling his eye similar to this that @myxchemicalximbalance found for me.
I put it in black and white and rotated the eyeball image and they kinda look similar? definitely not the same photo but looks close.
I think it’s frank but I could be totally wrong. according to 2008 skeletoncrewonline at least we are to believe this is a photo of ft willz. unless they posted a photo of not ft willz on his authors page which I guess is possible?
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alt press ft willz mention
“Your label, Skeleton Crew, recently signed the Architects. Are you planning anything else for the rest of the year?
Yeah. There’s a New Tomorrow record coming in February called We’re Counting On The Youth. That record’s amazing. I can’t speak enough great things about that band. They’re a phenomenal band and they wrote an amazing record. The Architects will probably be recording around February, so hopefully that record comes out soon. This year we also have a book coming out by F.T. Willz, so I’m really excited for that as well.”
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f-t-willz-must-die-blog tumblr blog is a real ftwillz blog
smacking against rock bottom. fallen headfirst down that rabbit hole out of fucking nowhere, eyes wide, limbs flailing.
“i’m losing sleep, i’m losing friends.”
my only apology is that I have none to give. either way, the show must go on (and on and on and on and on and on and quitfuckingthisupnow).
marching to the beat of a funeral dirge.
but is it mine?
who the fuck knows. no one knows anything.
metastasizing. losing my place in the li(f)e i apparently lead, and watching it all spiral.
“houston, we have a problem.”
fuck houston. ground control’s got no control over anything, just like everyone else. still floundering through empty airspace, gone catatonically comatose. i’m always sour to the taste, bitter to the end, selfish to a fault. i’d love for you to hate my guts if they weren’t already covered in ulcers that only a mother could love.
apologize?
are you even listening?
there’s no more room for my skeleton(s). the one inside this horribly heavy, hindered body climbs out of its skin and walks the world, all by itself, light and free.
that sickening feeling when you’re not yourself. i’m not myself. who is myself? myself is no one. that’s who I am.
no one.
08/25/2013 this account said (above)
1/14/2013 from franks website below
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take whatever you want from me, but know that none of the hate and pain is free.
i saw the end of the world in my sleep, it was like a horrifying dream that fell in too deep, like a flailing infant into the deep end of the pool that figured out it couldn’t breathe. pupils dilate and hairs stand up on the back of my neck, i’m flaying myself open for you. i can learn to live with my darkness and my tragedies, you can trust me. please trust me. there’s a lot here that neither of us understand, and the air between is full of empty questions and loose promises floating along like so much discarded human detritus. oh, there’s so much that we don’t know.
you need to understand.
i need to understand.
they need to understand.
floating above the ceiling staring down at the grotesque masquerades that i’ve committed, i’m just sorry that i never took the time to tell you. all our molecules are colliding and yet we’ve never even touched, but it’s the oxygen carrying all my bad intentions over to you (understand?). there’s still so much left for me to see, i don’t believe i can possibly cram it all into my already swelled to bursting brain. but someday i’ll find the space, someday i’ll see it all. and someday, you’ll see exactly why it is that i kept so much
wraps
under
05/19/2013 what ftw said above:
this was said 5 days after it was posted on 2013 frank-iero.com
