Part of my soul was born in Toontown. As soon as one of its translucent, springy heads appeared, some kind of explosive chewing gum was quickly served to it. I remember this cascade of fruity flavor, as if in the downpour of the sun, the glaze of acidity and orangeade blasts all the fruits of this earth fell on me.
When I was making my logo, I recalled that memory. I knew that it was enough to take jelly beans and put a firecracker in them somewhere behind the garage. Then I sat on the tree for a while and played an extension of the flowering branch. I narrowed my eyes as if bliss was my middle name.