iamnothingproof
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iamnothingproof
@iamnothingproof.bsky.social
Author of Lena Rae – Nothingproof, a 1970s music novel stitched to 14 original songs.
Fiction, artefacts, quiet rebels.
Not followers – just souls who listen.
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Somewhere between 1970s L.A., New York and now – that’s where Lena Rae lives.
A novel stitched to 14 original songs.
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For a moment, everything felt possible. 🤍
February 19, 2026 at 5:02 AM
I thought I knew the shape of the night, but the stars have changed—or I lost the light. 🤍
February 18, 2026 at 5:18 AM
I wear my power on Friday night — no judge, no jury, just mirror light. 🤍
February 17, 2026 at 4:39 AM
I didn’t earn the silence — I only learned not to wake it. 🤍
February 16, 2026 at 4:38 AM
Some days the only win is staying quiet long enough for the noise to pass. 🤍
February 15, 2026 at 4:54 AM
Fall ’75. Somewhere between New York and L.A.
No plan. No map. Just a decision.
We didn’t look back.
February 14, 2026 at 5:19 AM
Summer ’73. “Lemonade Afternoon” — sunshine you can sell. June Lareth. 🍋🤍
February 13, 2026 at 5:20 AM
1978. Book II begins.
“Lights Stay On At Three” — Lena Rae & The Unwritten. 🤍
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February 12, 2026 at 4:00 AM
“It was obvious something was there.
I just moved faster than the others.”
— June, 1971 🤍
February 10, 2026 at 6:00 AM
“I think you have something to tell.”
Some questions don’t demand answers.
They open doors. 🤍
February 9, 2026 at 5:16 AM
Less noise. More archive. 🤍 Band II needs me.
February 7, 2026 at 7:45 AM
Some greetings aren’t welcomes. They’re verdicts.
February 6, 2026 at 6:07 AM
“They whispered when I passed. Strange. Quiet like a ghost.” 🤍
February 5, 2026 at 5:21 AM
Success doesn’t always mean you were right. 🤍
February 4, 2026 at 5:20 AM
I am Lena Rae.
Not a product. Not a puppet. 🤍
February 3, 2026 at 5:08 AM
“This is a business, Lena. Not a poetry book.”
Some sentences don’t fade. 🤍
February 2, 2026 at 4:22 AM
Four songs.
One crossed out — then written again.
Only a photo remains.
Artifact 002. 🤍
February 1, 2026 at 4:43 AM
Sometimes everything turns not with a yes — but with the inability to say no. 🤍
January 31, 2026 at 5:30 AM
“Hard to tell if you’re here to play — or just to look good with a guitar.”
— Los Angeles, 1972 🤍
January 30, 2026 at 3:38 AM
Sometimes one sentence is enough to stay present.
January 29, 2026 at 5:22 AM
Westchester County, 1969. Leaving was the only plan. 🤍
January 28, 2026 at 5:44 AM
“Are you one of the dangerous ones — or just trying not to look scared?” — Manny, Echo Park · 1969 🤍
January 27, 2026 at 6:41 AM
“If the cops show up, I’ll say it was me.” — Sam (Drums), Los Angeles · 1972 🤍
January 26, 2026 at 5:44 AM
ARTEFAKT 001 — only a photo. The check begins. 🤍
January 25, 2026 at 6:18 AM
“Charity was never my thing.” — Rick Goldman, Los Angeles · 1972 🤍
January 24, 2026 at 5:30 AM