I am your key. There are many like me, but this one is yours. I'm not usually metal, nor do I fit into a lock. You can use me to get in, but usually just once.

I race with the wind though I’m not made of air. I slip through the silence and vanish from there. You’ll know I was near by the sound of my push - a fleeting, breathy little...

Hang me right, I'll see you through, I'm also nailed for protection. As in form, I am shaped like you, Can you beat this misdirection?

Too much of me and I'll make you wince. You'll do the same if you find a party of me. Despite that, I'm often A favorite of the masses. Squeezed and mixed, I play nicely with other flavors.

The painting was a bizarre medley of astounding dreamlike images. Start with what the Phillies Phanatic calls a person who roots for the team, followed by the first five letters of the home of a devil. Next the conclusion of ready, set, followed by a nickname for Richard or Eric. Finish with the chemical symbol for sheets you might find in your kitchen drawer.