This is the second installment of the two-minute mind. I think in many ways Blake Butler’s two-minute mind was better than Rainn Wilson’s, but I don’t want two-minute
minds to be a competition so we won’t say that. Instead, we’ll say that Blake Butler is a friend of the association and
Rainn Wilson is only a friend of the alliance. Also, congratulations to Blake Butler for getting his novella manuscript
accepted. Here is his two-minute mind:
“What do babies want, I'm not a baby anymore, but I still have the mother and I
can smell the same wet. The swimming pool is getting bigger, I know it, I feel
the difference when I shit in it one day and then the next there are less
children in the shallow end with it all over their face. I don't know what
about what. I wish I had never met M&Ms they make me fat I am getting
uglier I think, I used to know who I had the arm for, but I always liked the
idea about making people want to fuck and then not fucking, I don't think I did
it on purpose, I am kind of who I am most of the time I think, I am pissed off
about Rainn Wilson finding John Lennon in his imagination, that is a bunch of
shithouse.”

The above picture is not Blake Butler.  It is Elizabeth Ellen.