a·cute
[uh-kyoot]
Show IPA–adjective
1.
sharp or severe in effect; intense: acute sorrow; an acutepain.
2.
extremely great or serious; crucial; critical: an acuteshortage of oil.
4.
sharp or penetrating in intellect, insight, or perception: anacute observer.
5.
extremely sensitive even to slight details or impressions:acute eyesight.
6.
The ambulance is constantly ringing in my ears. I knocked down a couple walls. I don't know what got into me: I just kicked them down. You see, I have acute trances. I go where I have never gone before. I have amnesia as well. Other people can tell me where I have gone, but I can't seem to remember. I'm ACUTE. I've also gone through delirium tremens :almost to the point of death, but I will talk about that later. Acute. Acute depression. Acute anger. Acute madness. My acute is never brief as good old dictionary.com states: it is long-lasting and it etches itself into my subconscious. Acute thievery. Acute misanthropy. Acute picking at my skin. Acute nervousness coupled with the supernatural powers of mania to be obnoxiously social. Acute loneliness. Acute solitude. Acute loss of the ones I love. Acute asshole. Acute smoker. Acute pill-popper (You know, the psychiatric kind?). Acute angst. Acute rebellion inside my skull. Acute OCD. Acute hatred. Acute annoyance. Acute discomfort. I'm really sorry I smashed the windshield of your car: I plea insanity. Yup. Mister Judge almighty. I plea insanity. And don't make me go to those places that you send the "mentally ill" because I've tried them a million times and they only make it worse. The doctors can't find a cure. How about some more medication trials. Zombie? Guinea pig? Acute apathy. Did the leaves really fall from the trees that fast? I hardly noticed. I'm locked in. Maybe you can call me a prisoner...of MYSELF or my BRAIN or whatever the fuck it is that haunts me, acute haunting, day in, day out. Acute phobia of sleeping. Acute phobia of waking up. The sandman bites. That is all that bitch is good for. Cicatrice! As if I needed anymore scars. i don't even bother putting vitamin E on them anymore. Fuck it! Acute case of the fuck-its! Acute lady mowing the lawn 5,000 times and interrupting my concentration. I have to concentrate! If not....I get into trouble. Acute trouble! No more Sister Morphine! I ripped the IV out of my arm and screamed at the top of my lungs "STOP!!!" "JUST STOP!!!!" Will I stop? Acute wonder. I need acute action. NOW. And, Mister Ambulance....stay the fuck away from me or i will rip your vehicle apart with my teeth. The End. For now.
sharp at the end; ending in a point.
-Courtesy of Dictionary.com
The ambulance is constantly ringing in my ears. I knocked down a couple walls. I don't know what got into me: I just kicked them down. You see, I have acute trances. I go where I have never gone before. I have amnesia as well. Other people can tell me where I have gone, but I can't seem to remember. I'm ACUTE. I've also gone through delirium tremens :almost to the point of death, but I will talk about that later. Acute. Acute depression. Acute anger. Acute madness. My acute is never brief as good old dictionary.com states: it is long-lasting and it etches itself into my subconscious. Acute thievery. Acute misanthropy. Acute picking at my skin. Acute nervousness coupled with the supernatural powers of mania to be obnoxiously social. Acute loneliness. Acute solitude. Acute loss of the ones I love. Acute asshole. Acute smoker. Acute pill-popper (You know, the psychiatric kind?). Acute angst. Acute rebellion inside my skull. Acute OCD. Acute hatred. Acute annoyance. Acute discomfort. I'm really sorry I smashed the windshield of your car: I plea insanity. Yup. Mister Judge almighty. I plea insanity. And don't make me go to those places that you send the "mentally ill" because I've tried them a million times and they only make it worse. The doctors can't find a cure. How about some more medication trials. Zombie? Guinea pig? Acute apathy. Did the leaves really fall from the trees that fast? I hardly noticed. I'm locked in. Maybe you can call me a prisoner...of MYSELF or my BRAIN or whatever the fuck it is that haunts me, acute haunting, day in, day out. Acute phobia of sleeping. Acute phobia of waking up. The sandman bites. That is all that bitch is good for. Cicatrice! As if I needed anymore scars. i don't even bother putting vitamin E on them anymore. Fuck it! Acute case of the fuck-its! Acute lady mowing the lawn 5,000 times and interrupting my concentration. I have to concentrate! If not....I get into trouble. Acute trouble! No more Sister Morphine! I ripped the IV out of my arm and screamed at the top of my lungs "STOP!!!" "JUST STOP!!!!" Will I stop? Acute wonder. I need acute action. NOW. And, Mister Ambulance....stay the fuck away from me or i will rip your vehicle apart with my teeth. The End. For now. 
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