You’re in an elevator and we’re not sure which direction it’s going. Wait, I think it’s down. Yes, definitely down. You keep scrolling down and every few seconds the doors slide open to an even stranger scene. Bizarre and familiar, endless, perfectly synchronized nonsense.
I don’t use Vine much because I’m not very funny. (Funny people are the best.) But weird I am, and Birthday Salad re-Vined in my feed all rosy fingered Dawn and I had a new best friend. I hunted. I know no more about this creature, other than a penchant for black cats and a talent in illustration. It offered me a playlist in exchange for my gratitude. (At the end.)
And I present to you, the first Birthday Salad Meatwatermelon playlist on Hexbeat.