OH MY GODD wow thank you so much anon! this encouragement/compliment means a lot to me. I would never have imagined someone getting into this. I thought I seemed delusional and/or not making sense at all lolllll its something I always come back to and really go into this mode. i’m not trying to crack the case lol I just know there’s some stone unturned out there. will definitely coming back to it. I know @0-0baybay0-0 was wanting a further look into the poems and writing style similarities. I do have some ideas about comparing ft willz digital signatures. some of the fishier screenshots don’t match. ft willz is “FT WillZ” and this is exactly how frank typed it in this case and everything in an official skeleton crew news post.
but i’ll stop the fire here lmao thank you with all my heart!
thank you for the ask!! 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.
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?
thank you so much anon for the ask! I hope I explained ok.
“Your label, Skeleton Crew, recently signed the Architects. Are you planning anything else for the rest of the year?
Yeah. Thereās a New Tomorrow record coming in February calledĀ Weāre Counting On The Youth. That recordās amazing. I canāt speak enough great things about that band. Theyāre 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 Iām really excited for that as well.”
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 couldnāt breathe. pupils dilate and hairs stand up on the back of my neck, iām flaying myself open for you. i can learn to live with my darkness and my tragedies, you can trust me. please trust me. thereās 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, thereās so much that we donāt know.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā you need to understand.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā i need to understand.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā they need to understand.
floating above the ceiling staring down at the grotesque masquerades that iāve committed, iām just sorry that i never took the time to tell you. all our molecules are colliding and yet weāve never even touched, but itās the oxygen carrying all my bad intentions over to you (understand?). thereās still so much left for me to see, i donāt believe i can possibly cram it all into my already swelled to bursting brain. but someday iāll find the space, someday iāll see it all. and someday, youāll 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
my poor, overheated, gasping gray matter is running out of oxygen, much like a suicidal student sealed in an airtight garage with the engine running. dull thudding thudding thudding thud. drip. pour. splash. overflow.
back up quick now.
your eyes are full of hornets and black widow spiders, so please donāt get too close to me. one third social awkwardness mixed with two parts stone cold livinā can do this to a person. typewriter teeth champing at the bit, foaming excess ink and clacking sounds. ding. time to change everything. change the mind and you change the body. change the body and you change the mind.
but this takes time, effort, and money. dinosaurs could live without money, so why canāt we?
ābecause weāre not dinosaurs, our brains are bigger than walnuts.ā
ah, but size doesnāt matter when itās splattered against the wall. then the mind doesnāt matter, because itās kaput, pushing up daisies, gonezo. then the body doesnāt matter, because the mask that all the world sees is disintegrated, because everyone looks the same when theyāve been decapitated by a shot gun shell.
then nothing matters.
itās not even funny how often i have to keep myself from diving at your throat. venom-filled teeth, straight for the jugular. misguided, misdirected rage and scathing irritation, boiling up while vultures circle overhead, occasionally dropping in to pick at the bones. (āthe vultures ate my baby today.ā)
whose bones, i wonder. or is it more of a what, an it, a thing, a sigh a frown a tear a sob a scream a whine a a a
a b c the end yet?
do you?
useless outlets for pitiful talents, it all gets torn to bits, anyway. you give yourself to people and they take and they take and they take and youāll never get it back, so donāt give it away. the problem here is that no one really trusts anyone else. but maybe itās better to trust no one, prepare for the worst. make sure to have a survival kit ready for this black fucking hole in my black fucking soul, assuming they even make them anymore. hunker down and wait it out, and hope that i donāt set it upon everything that ever existed.
iām sorry that my insides are as sooty and repulsive as an uncleaned chimney, really, i am.
or maybe iām not. itās not like iāve ever really tried to scrub everything out, anyway, because itās all part of who i am.
(professional opinion says thatās about as unhealthy as living solely off shitty fast food and cocaine. fuck professional, letās fight it out, motherfucker, are you ready for a fucking fight, motherfucker.)
i donāt give a fuck about how that makes you feel. maybe thatās just the bastard in me.
desperation overwhelming hopeless drowning darkness drifting nighttime nightmares not even close to sleeping iām obsessed with not obsessing perfect storms and endless screaming open your eyes just open your fucking eyes fucker
i hate pretty much everything i do, and i learned that from you (only you no one else just you do you see the joke now do you do you). i guess i really am your bastard.
you fucking sucker.
and fantastic bastards by death spells came out in 2016??
at the time this was posted, death spells had performed 6 shows.
“fantastic bastards” wasn’t released to the general public until 2016 (when nothing above nothing below came out)
so I previously thought this blog was not a legitimate ft willz blog, but since they posted death spells lyrics in 2013 (from a song that didn’t come out until 2016) I’m starting to suspect this is a true ft willz blog.
there are a lot that look similar (like @f-t-willz-must-die is a fan account)
but the one i’m reblogging from is starting to look suspect.
I did find a 11/19/2013 performance but thats 2 months after the blog post. even at the other 5 shows, I doubt a fan was able to pick out the lyrics of a song they’ve heard only once live and paste them to their blog.
both posted by anon in 2008. and where tf did they get that idea
I liked this persons case below
and some relevant comments here
found new ft willz poetry on 2009 livejournal that match with franks from his 2013 website. will update with info.
top is from frank’s 2013 website – bottom is from drockdriot000 on lj
they match
ok so previously all I was able to prove was that “shits bananas when you’re disinterested” from franks 2013 website matched the title to a blog entry on ft willz 2008 myspace. but I didn’t have the poem.
the poem is here on drockdriot000’s 2009 livejournal – an ft willz fan. it’s still not irrefutable but it seems that this fan copied/pasted this from ft willz blog 2008 myspace blog. because it’s 2008 and people don’t need frerard to be real yet. people aren’t going to LENGTHS yet, yknow what I mean?
