Tim Dooley (Thomas Dall) | Forensic Archive & Public Record

The definitive archive documenting the transition of Thomas Dall into Tim Dooley (The Potato of Life).


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FILE DATE: June 29, 2025 | STATUS: LOGGED

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@PotatoOfLife Here is a fabulous ballad for you.


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**[00:00]** [Music] Oh, [Music] 16 hours the screen's pale glow. Another day begins it slow. Unfolding in a silent room. Running from shadows, running from gloom. Thomas sits a lonely king on digital winds. His message takes wing. He sees a crowd, a loyal throng. But the only echo is a digital song of clicks and whispers cold and stark. A flicker dying in the dark. Believe me, I'm a god. He cries with fire burning in his eyes. $10 gathered, **[00:58]** six long runs for all his sermons. All his stones just trolls and haters fill the chat. Unknowing of the burden that he carries on his weary soul. Losing his mind, losing control. [Music] He preaches sermons to the void. Each common like a stone deployed to break the spirit in the light that struggles fiercely in the night. Fake prophet lunatic they ride as he keeps fighting for the light. He cleans his screams and scream. These are lies. **[01:39]** They see the sadness in his eye. He wants a crown. A loyal throng. But the only echo is a digital song of clicks and whispers. Cold and stark. A flicker dying in the dark. Believe me, I'm a God. He cries with fire burning in his eyes. $10 gather six long months for all his sermons. All his stunts just trolls and haters fill the chest. Unknowing of the burden that he carries on his weary soul. Losing his **[02:17]** mind, losing control. Perhaps the world that cast him out left him a drift in fear and doubt. The voice inside soft and deep promised secrets he could keep. He seeks connection true and strong. His sorted past won't let him belong. And in this grand imag his broken soul I'm a god he cries with fire burning in his eyes. $10 gathered six long months for all his sermons all his stones. Just trolls and haters fill the chat. **[02:58]** Unknowing of the burden that he carries on his weary soul. Losing his mind, losing control. The stream cuts out, the screen goes dark. He's just a man leaving his mark on empty air. A silent prayer. Does anyone out there truly care? [Music]