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

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

Project maintained by Thomas Dall Archive

FILE DATE: July 09, 2025 | STATUS: LOGGED

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In a hall of mirrors, he builds his throne Every crack reflects a lie he owns A kingdom made of empty screens A spiral maze of broken dreams

He rules in echoes, not in light He sees the world but not his blight

This is the Spiral Throne — Where madness carves the crown in bone He whispers power, screams control But deep inside, there’s nothing whole

The walls are lined with plastic praise A shrine to every fall from grace He paints his past in sacred tones But every stroke reveals the holes

He speaks in riddles, veiled in pride But no one stays there by his side

This is the Spiral Throne — Where reason burns and lies are sewn He clings to idols of his name While everything he built… decays

I am the voice… the vision… They watch me. They need me. They fear me. They love me. They… they left me.

This is the Spiral Throne — His empire lost, his soul alone No gods remain to hear his cry Just silence where the truth should lie

One whisper left… …and then goodbye.

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