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Robert William "Bob" Barker (born December 12, 1923) is a former American television game show host. He is best known for hosting CBS's The Price Is Right from 1972 to 2007, making it the longest-running daytime game show in North American television history, and for hosting Truth or Consequences from 1956 to 1975.
Born in Washington to modest circumstances, Barker enlisted in the United States Navy on the outbreak of World War II. Barker worked part-time in radio while he attended college. In 1950, Barker moved to California in order to pursue a career in broadcasting. He was given his own radio show, The Bob Barker Show, which ran for the next six years out of Burbank. Barker began his game show career in 1956, hosting Truth or Consequences. From there, he hosted various game shows as well as the Miss Universe pageants. Eventually, he hosted The Price Is Right, beginning in 1972. When his wife Dorothy Jo died, Barker became an advocate for animal rights. Since then, Barker has been a long-time supporter of animal rights, and of animal-rights activism, including groups such as the United Activists for Animal Rights and the Sea Shepherd Conservation Society. In 2007, Barker retired from hosting The Price Is Right after celebrating his 50-year career on television.
I am the same: "I am Aeon"
Before the prison and the iron
The ion and the ink
The hygien and the stink
Time and kink
Of the incense planet
And the clock
At the dock
And the baying of the merchants
3 or 4 for 3 or 4
Of that grain made me the Star
Oh, that we wish had not been known
Or drawn us precious Romans
Face or fake in jade
I am ZION - or Aeon; I forget
Lord of the groves of olives and oranges
And the dead tribes of the central scribal verse:
The tablets of stone and worry
Thou shalt have no no no nothing
But BAALSTORM
Put yourselves on our thrones
Twelve of sixty or the bling
I thought of her just now:
She is there naked like water
I cannot touch the punch
Of her lips I cannot
Dare to otouch lip or skin or fold
I gave gold to buy much less
And gave more
And nothing stayed but the storms
Proud parade around the screen
I will
Myrrh or myth or memorise her
Her forehead in the Roman dream dusk
Room (Rune) for one! Rune for one!
Place so much on her or hers
That sand-scattered Moon
Of the valleys claiming
The Peacock and the Owl behind me
Every grace was fresh
But I felt the lash of Gospel
Or Eagle: I no longer could divide
Ceaser from the Trance or twilight
There is mum and dad
And I am glad
To be back and young
In December 1971
With the storms so far in front of me
And the cell swelling with waves and shards
On each of the brick is the crack
And the crick in the slit
Watch men
Watch birds
Watch TV
And the Satanvans
And the word I heads
From the birds on fire was:
"Aeon-makes nonsense"
Or:"Sing Omega:The own and Crown"
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(Approach and clocks crack
the winds stall
From the holes innocents come:
"And hide away, oh hide away
You young lads, you lasses gay"
Why do I am?
There is incense and my spite
Is ready to create tombs for myself
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Under the great gate
I heard the faces of the coming storm
I heard the night calling to me
Wooooo! All her names
Her names arose in my heart
But were devoid of grace
Her name was fearful and shouted to
In (great) desolations)
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BAALSTORM
BAALSTORM (her bone gave grey grace)
(Full of horrors and)
(The birds writhed through the Air)