Where on earth do you get all these graphics? LOL ... Oops, maybe not on this earth?
They are delievered to me daily, under cover of darkness, by a courier I have never seen.
They are printed on an inexpensive pulp product, near the back of a collection of other truths and half-truths and probably outright lies.
I pick this bundle up and make my way to a public location where the flesh of dead animals and an extract of the fruit of a foreign tree are consumed.
There, operating out in the open, I find and make my selection of said graphics.
Only in my twisted mind do I see connections between the messages found there and the daily interaction I have with fellow travelers of my road.
When these hidden messages are then processed and distributed to an unsuspecting world, I then have endomorphins stimulated.