Pushit

this song without a doubt is directly referring to the gory details of intercourse, masturbation, guilt, genitals. \r\n\r\nthe infant before him being a direct metaphor for masturbation, among other things. i don\'t understand why you started your comment by half-way insinuating that you disagree that the topic of this track uses a ton of thinly veiled metaphors for various sexual acts and organs? \r\n\r\nseems a little odd to me. i\'m pretty damn sure that nearly the first two whole albums are perverted as hell now that i\'ve seen what\'s come since then. lol i\'m just messing with you though. "stinkfist" isn\'t about fingering someone\'s butthole. i understand how you mean. anyway, i wanted to come and add a little of what this song makes me feel like or whatever. the impression i get from it. James was so aggressive on these two albums man and they have always been my favorite just because of that, even though they did a lot more interesting, creative, fun concepts in their later stuff. i think their newer music is mostly better, but it doesn\'t affect me the same emotionally at all. i was 13 or 14 when this album came out though. it\'s right there beside alice in chains for me. mother\'s milk.\r\n\r\n what i do want to point out though, is that the most interesting part of hearing this story for what? the third time as a tool fan, i guess? (two on this disc even i think). which is his perogative completely, but i don\'t really get any of the prison sex vibes from this one. prison sex almost seems to be sympathizing with the assailant, which is also 100% his perogative btw and mine as well and i think it\'s totally admirable from this angle. BUT i think this one, to me, this song gives me the impression that it\'s from the perspective of the \'child\' (or that\'s what i call it) and for me, it explains the relationship with an inner child, as if you were traumatically seperated from it. why it\'s important for you to protect it from the effects of abuse.\r\nand this much is just something that i\'m adding from just an idea i have that\'s related. i think through all of the depraved and traumatic things that we are put through and willingly endure sort of dilutes the influence we feel from the \'child\' which is who you really are in the absence of your fear, and the baggage from all the abuse, etc. for me, the child is something like what religious people say their soul is, but from my perspective.. it\'s more like a brother or someone parallel to me? that i coexist with. for example, the child knows my thoughts but i am not able to predict or be aware of whatever it thinks. i think that if you lose the influence of the \'child\' then you are no longer able to hear god and you\'re basically adrift in a kind of stalemate or limbo. it\'s for sure what somebody else might have chosen to call my conscience? jiminy cricket is more accurate though. it knows things i don\'t. the part of our mind that works without us, and at least for me i communicate with it in my dreams. it punishes me mostly. it\'s god in my dreams. in my dreams, no matter what i\'m trying to do, there is an unseen force or will that opposes me. the \'child\' consciously lends himself to that role. i don\'t know if it likes being cruel or if that\'s just the only way that he can get through to my dense mind, but i thought it or i hated myself for a while when i realized that the reason i am never allowed to succeed in any endeavor in my dreams good bad or indifferent. i think that this may be the only direct way for us to communicate and that i never take notice of its influence unless it\'s oppressing me like that. i think that\'s what it is. because it never wants me to do anything wrong or petty or anything. it\'s always only benevolent other than the interactions in my dreams. \r\n\r\nand ever since we met and i started to pay attention to anything he tells me, i\'ve become a much better person. like a completely different person almost, compared with how inconsiderate and flippant and reckless i always was. and to think it all kind of happened by chance that i even noticed that there\'s someone in my dreams undoing all my works and oppressing me in EVERY single dream, all my life and how the hell could i have been able to overlook that? why would i think that\'s normal? \r\n\r\nsorry about laying all my bs in here. lol i\'d like to hear from anyone if they have an experience something like this maybe? \r\ndoes anyone else ONLY have dreams where some mysterious will opposes everything? like if you get in a fight in your dream or whatever.... it\'s like you\'re underwater or in some kind of suspension? you can\'t generate anywhere near the kind of force you would need to survive a violent encounter. or if i\'m scared, i can\'t scream or i can\'t call for my parents. if i\'m trying to have sex with some lady, i will not be able to for some RNG type of interruption? if i were trying to play golf. my club would suddenly be made of rubber at the exact moment it contacts the ball? (this one actually happened to me, but with a fire-poker that i tried to defend myself with... it was metal. even pretty warm from being in the fire until it came around to where i could see it and it would become plastic and all the nearly frozen blue people pinned me down and started eating me. without a doubt i will fail. and i don\'t ever remember succeeding even in something totally meaningless. it\'s like a constraint in my dreams. is there anyone else like this? i have heard people occasionally describe having a dream that happens like this sort of. the screaming or boxing underwater thing mostly.