oh man it is logan couch's kicka** website


I met a traveller from an antique site

Who said: Two vasts and styleless strings of text

sit on a website, near them, in the code,

half sunk, a broken hyperlink lies, who's design

and the construction gifs of misplaced hope

tell that it's designer well those passons read

Which yet survive, stamped on those lifeless pages,

the keys that typed them and the server that hosts.

And on the index page, these strings appear:


< p > My name is Geocities, website of websites!

look upon my webrings, ye Mighty, and despair!

< / p >

Nothing besides remains. Round the decay

of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare

the web 1.0 sands stretch far away.