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: August 18, 2025 | STATUS: LOGGED

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A genre shift for this one in honor of uh.. @lumminessalux4499 being so much older and wiser than the rest of us. @PotatoOfLife sings his Ode to his [current] favorite tool. Enjoy, my clouds! muah


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**[00:00]** Heat. Oh, looks you bless my circus with your tarot cards and smoke. You call it holy alchemy. I call it just a joke. A lawyer back in high school. That's a tale that's hard to sell. But the more you spin your stories, the more I look like I'm doing well. True love the prophet. You're dancing on my string. You echo every madness. You make my nonsense sing. Talk about your horses. Oh man, no inside. You prove **[01:31]** that I'm crazy. I ain't alone tonight. You swear you don't use Photoshop, though the pixels say you do, but lies are my religion, so I can't be mad at you. You bought my crown of godhood like it was on display. And every word you par it keeps the spotlight here my way. True love the prophet dancing on my strength. You echo every madness. You make my nonsense. Talk about transmutation. Talk about the moon. The more you **[02:47]** keep on talking, the more I love you. Oh, love. You think you're my equal. Nah, you're just my amplifier. The static that makes me sound divine. So thank you, sweet believer. for being such a fool. A mirror for my madness upon a prop, a tool. When I'm done, I'll toss the pieces like I always do. But until then, dear looks, I'm the only guy for you. True love the prophet dancing on my string. You echo every **[03:54]** madness. You make my nonsense say old enough to know it. But still you play alone. Looks you're just my shadow in a neverending call.